What We Capture

Downtown Puebla.

Camera hung on on my neck.

I reached for my camera as I saw the singularity of miscellaneous items at the stand across the street from me.

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Son Mil Palomas Tu Caserío

Plaza De Armas, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México.
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Noche En Oaxaca: El Relato De Una Enamorada

The warm tungsten lights glowed in the streets of Oaxaca de Juarez. The evening unfolded into a black and white scene. It was my last night in the city and the wanderlust passion elevated me to a zealous dimension.

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Sobre la Tierra Colorada

Caminábamos en la luz del atardecer en las afueras del pueblo. Mis ojos no eran suficiente para contemplar los azules, los verdes y el rojo de la tierra debajo de mi. Los cerros parecían eternos, subían a tocar el cielo. Continue reading Sobre la Tierra Colorada

Nothing in Life is Linear

As I continue to mature and explore, I constantly remember the people who have played a shaping role in my life. I see the connectedness I have with those around me , we are all a little bit of everyone, and in that way, the most unique beings there could be. We live through exchanges—ideas, smiles, a touch, knowledge, wisdom, pain, love… I thought it necessary to share the wisdom one of my close friends shared with me upon reading my previous post:

“The next time you are drowning in your own thoughts, and feeling selfish or upset for the life you are enjoying, please remember this short sentence that struck a chord: NOTHING in life is linear, (unless you are dealing with linear equations, or architecture). There will be loops in life, bumps, setbacks that will stray you from the line, but that does not mean the road you have chosen is a mistake. So please have adventures,  live life according to you and no one else.” – S. G.

Entre el Laberinto de Milpas

Septiembre es el mes de los elotes.

Me deje perder entre las milpas. Era un laberinto de hojas, tallos el doble de alto que yo y por todo mi alrededor por tres hectares.

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