All journeys unfold chronologically, but for me Patagonia is a collage of snapshots, without order or even geographical cohesion. I remember blue lakes, immense glaciers, flaming skies, tranquil landscapes, arid badlands, strange birds and soaring granite peaks that stretch to the heavens.
Some giant was obviously having fun.
Ubiquitous in Patagonia, this thorny mat plant is no place to sit.
An iconic image of Patagonia on a rare cloudless day.
More colourful than our Rocky Mountain meadowlarks, these birds are happy to pose for photographs.
Even the hordes of tourists and intrusive metal walkways cannot spoil the majesty of this roiling sea of ice.
A far more peaceful and natural landscape.
These camelids of Patagonia roam the grasslands, paying little attention to hikers.
Once in a rare while a photograph does justice to a memory. This image will never fade from my mind.
I’m not sure what kind of earthcreeper he is, but he is certainly bright eyed and cheerful.
In this cave high above a valley nomadic people paused and hunted. The open hand indicates that this is a good place to hunt.