When I finally made up my mind about making the “big-ass reportage” on the longest road of Argentina, the ” Ruta Nacional Cuarenta”, i spent a few days in the nice village of Cachi, since it was right on my path.
When capturing its daily life with my pics, i lingered a bit longer watching the swarming of people in the Plaza des Armas. The strenght of this image, i think, lies in the dreaming facial expression in almost one of the thirds of the image of that kid in the foreground, all further reinforced by the cromatic imbalance between the sky and the public lighting