Noche De Muertos, Patzcuaro, Michoacan, Mexico
Noche de Muertos… an old dream of mine that finally came to reality. Mexicans, have a way with a variety of things and death is no exception. A very rich, varied colorful and meaningful set of traditions reaching way back to to pre-colonial times… mingling with, battling against and mostly losing to the commercial and ephemeral.
Months later, of my journey (mainly around Patzcuaro, Michoacan) 2 things remain strikingly fresh in my memory:
– The beauty and strength of grasping of time and life through family ties and traditions
– The inescapable feeling of loss and loneliness
I am particularly fond of these three scenes:
Brittany you might guess does things to me… It might have been because it was the first of year… but such blue skies, awesome trees, lush green winter vegetation… and quaint waterways… I am defenseless…
Wednesday… 10:41 am, get there 11 minutes late (could be a *lot* worse).
“I’m taking you to somebody’s house, ok?” She says.
Hmmm…..somebody’s house? I wonder… Not for
long because oh heavens! she looks good. A mid-leg,
strait, sky blue, summer dress, golden skin,
and.. cute starfish ear rings (also sky blue…
well a tad more towards turquoise…but who cares?)
She looks as fresh as the rain on a hot summer day.
Monday, the big day. I am restless, chomping at
the bit, it’s so exciting! but you’d never know if
not for the recurring smile that I am trying to keep
It’s 3:11 PM. I find the school where she teaches.
The school is locked and the bell I ring, loudly rips the
afternoon silence to pieces. Out comes one staff member shadowed by a
bunch of others peering from behind like prairie dogs in the
Oh boy…I am SO behind in my writing!! Hopefully this new year will bring fresh energy, focus AND discipline to my endeavor… in the meantime here is a sample the latest episode in my photography journey.
This first set was taken on the very dawn of 2013 in the enchanted forest of Broceliande, in Bretagne, France
I will post a couple more in the coming days.
A thousand times, and a thousand more, haven’t I seen the eiffel tower in the paris sky?
A thousand times, and a thousand more, haven’t I been right there, shooting but a glance, driving by?
Unexpectedly, this originally unremarkable night, took a stab at perfection…
From Trocadero’s deck, the tower took me by surprise, massive, impressive, elegant if not beautiful,
it had that Wow, that long time mates tends to loose.
Below Trocdero, was served tango…
I stared, marvelled, and later, took a chance and danced,
once with that shy parisian lady,
and twice again with a ballerina from Turkey,
all perfect strangers, dancing strangely perfectly
As I went back to the deck, still slightly buzzed from the beauty of nothing in particular, Continue reading