68 Years, a Camera, and the Route of My Life
From Canada to Patagonia
An encounter between photography and music
Stories that bloom among jungles, coasts, and mountains
I’m Victoria Restrepo. I walk the land with my cameras and notebooks, attentive to what others overlook. Capturing a tiny flower, a bird’s song, or the light in the mist is my way of being in the world.
Here you’ll find stories, images, and watercolor paintings born from wonder.
I invite you to notice what often goes unseen.
In May 2021, when the quarantine was just beginning, my life took an unexpected turn and I had to face a nomadic life that I never imagined. Although I always liked to travel, I knew that upon my arrival I would have my home to return to. But this time was different and definitive and he could not return to a world that no longer existed.
I was driving more than 120,000 kilometers on a long and uncertain journey through a new world and although I didn’t know it at the time, it also took me on a path inside myself.
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Mexico: What the Conquest Could Not Erase
Ver más: Mexico: What the Conquest Could Not EraseWhen the Spanish conquistadors arrived in the New World, they imposed their customs and beliefs through bloodshed and violence. In Mexico, I have noticed that the stronger a culture was, the harder it was to eradicate. Although churches were built over the pyramids and places of worship of the Aztecs and Mayans, these cultures never…
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Where the Jungle Swallowed the Maps
Ver más: Where the Jungle Swallowed the MapsLeaving San Luis Potosí in a torrential downpour marked the start of an unforgettable journey where the jungle swallowed the maps amidst waterfalls, mountains, and a ghost hotel. San Luis Potosí We set off practically navigating the waters, as the city streets had turned into rivers. When we reached the highway, the rain and fog…
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The Map of My Days
Ver más: The Map of My DaysI have divided my world into weeks. It is the only structure I have. Every Sunday I publish my travel chronicle, yet my weeks have never felt so long. As the day approaches when I need to have all my material ready and I look at the calendar, it seems impossible that so much could…
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I Had Never Seen a Greener Desert
Ver más: I Had Never Seen a Greener DesertWhen we arrived in the south of the peninsula, Martín described the landscape with a memorable phrase: “I had never seen a greener desert.” Bittersweet situations marked our last week in Baja California Sur. In the north, we had found very little vegetation. It was a world of sand and rocks, often monochromatic, but in…
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Detained by Immigration Police
Ver más: Detained by Immigration PoliceWhen we were stopped by immigration police, the lack of a passport stamp put our safety and our trip to Patagonia at risk. This special edition is a response I don’t want to delay, both to thank you for your messages and to reassure you that we are all right. I am starting to write…