As soon as I arrived in Huanchaco, Peru, I knew I was going to be transformed into some sort of demonic Hiroshi Sugimoto, for the daily Pacific sunsets were so stunning, I simply had to photograph each one, multiple times, each day.
Sunsets, like the sea I suppose, have a kind of quietude or redundancy or even boredom about them. I mean, really. How many sunsets can you witness in a lifetime? But when your soul-strings are plucked by the sound of the surf, when people dance on the beach, when the fresh food is served, then each sunset is a miniature glimpse of the divine.
Hence: The daily photo ritual.
