When friends and family found out I was moving to Mexico they often asked if I was afraid I was going to be killed. In my experience, people all over the world only hear the terrible things that happen in other countries. It’s gotten to the point where I’m reluctant to admit that I’m American because people aren’t thrilled with Americans these days. When I moved to Japan one of the first questions that someone asked me was, “Do you own a gun?” Now why on earth would I own a gun? I don’t hunt. I couldn’t bring myself to kill an animal, much less a person. I don’t even like it when I have to kill the armies of ants that keep trying to invade my home. So no, I have never owned a gun, and no, I’m not afraid I am going to get killed. Crime exists everywhere…and I don’t hang out with the cartel.
Mexico is an exuberant place, with wonderful culture, gregarious people, good food, and the best part…a two-hour mid afternoon siesta. James Taylor had it right; “Oh Mexico. It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low. Moon‘s so bright like to light up the night. Make everything all right.” That is the feeling that I want to capture. I also want to portray the vibrant colors, and not just of the flora, but of the buildings as well. If someone told me I should paint my house orange, pink, and yellow I would have laughed. But that color combination actually works here because the quality of light is so brilliant (still not my choice, nonetheless). In fact, the sun is so intense that it’s impossible to take photos without a polarizing filter, and it’s difficult even with one.
The photo of the two ‘dolls’ riding the ATV was taken at a Mardi Gras parade (just in case you’re thinking, “What is that about!?”).