Clouds Above Lake Atitlán
The clouds do not wander lonely above Lake Atitlán. They appear shy in the early morning, looming huddled behind green mountains, gathering courage. As the first crystallized fingers caress the flanks of Tolimán volcano and shadows sweep across deep waters, blue skies progressively turn into swirling pools of white, fluid and wolfish.
The landscape becomes a chiaroscuro playground throughout the day, until sunset brings all the warmer colors before darkness falls.
The light dims, the wind subsides, the volcanoes become Delphic silhouettes, the lake rests.
But we’ve seen the skies refuse to go gently into that good night. At times a nebulous leviathan awakens, gathering immensity from distant valleys and towering menacingly above Lake Atitlán.
Just before today embraces tomorrow, during those serene minutes of eventide, the waters hold their breath and we can almost hear the clouds roar.
We have a new home by Lake Atitlán. There, facing such great heights and such profound beauty, we have sat and gazed at the majesty of the natural world with still unbelieving eyes. In a vain attempt at capturing at least an idea of the scenery greeting us every morning, we’ve also made a brief video: