I came across this photo today and just had to stop and share it. It’s a shot by photographer Florence Goupil from a Quechua planting tradition in a Peruvian village, where two farmers are playfully covering each other in corn flour.
But it’s the story behind the image that really got me. Florence grew up hearing stories about her grandmother participating in these exact rituals, but she’d never seen them herself. She said, “It was the first time I was able to see, with my own eyes, what my grandmother’s traditions looked like.”
I can only imagine how powerful that must have felt—to finally witness a piece of your own family history, a story you’ve only ever pictured in your mind. It’s such a beautiful example of how photography can connect us to our heritage in a way nothing else can.