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, Belize, early 90s.
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.