*Sigh* Wish I was in the hot sun. I live in BC’s temperate rain forest and for days and days the climate is living up to its name.
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The tips of land masses have a strong magnetic attraction for me, perhaps because I can really feel the cataclysm of earth’s continental shifts.
Cabo was so evocative I even got myself out of bed at dawn so I could take more photos.
Took these shots while traveling in the Mexican Baja.
I wasn’t going to Tijuana, but it’s a border town with a wild wild west reputation and has always figured large in my imagination.
Ever have those days when you look through your photographs and just can’t remember where the hell you were? Chances are the waterfall is located somewhere between southern Mexico and Honduras…
Chichicastenango, Guatemala, early 90s
San Ignacio, Cayo District, Belize
San Ignacio, Belize, early 90s.
Gecko lizard
While traveling with backpack–especially when one is solo and most open to random encounters– you can meet the most fascinating people. One day I was poking around a recently-discovered Mayan archaeological site and met a young woman dressed in fatigues.
We sat on the stones and she told me some of her story: European born, a sometimes translator for the UN in France, found herself in Central America, got involved in a resistance movement and became a smuggler of cash for their cause, among other activities. She allowed me to take a photo of her boots.
On the shore of Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, early 90s. The thing I love the most about these photos is the sheen on the Mayan man’s forearm and the way it highlights his thick veins ~~ blood as river, body as map.
These photos were taken in the early 90s. If memory serves, the village was somewhere on the shores of Lake Atitlán, Guatemala.
Is there a word for the base of a waterfall where the water churns with so much force that it never gives the body back?
This series of waterfalls are located between Palenque and San Cristóbal de las Casas in Chiapas, southern Mexico.
This photo was taken in 1994 so these girls are in their 30s now. They grew up while their country transitioned to independence. Wonder what stories they would tell.
In 1994, Queen Elizabeth visited Belize for the final piece of official business of de-colonization: the removal of British troops from Belizian soil.
We in Canada know what it’s like to have a queen’s head on our money, in gilt-edge picture frames in schools, government offices, etc.
The San Ignacio crowd waiting to see Queen Elizabeth was full of children — a special outing from their normal classroom routine.
Emergency Kittens 