Mexico Is About Family?

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More Mexico shots

There's always color.

Are there patterns?

There are stories to these

But they are best told in Spanish.







First time I ever went to Mexico I was three. I stayed at an aunt's house while my grandmother's funeral was held. From that visit I only remember eating tons of cup ramen.

Second time was for a little less than a week. We drove down to Guadalajara from L.A. when I was eight years old. We visited my mothers old house, and I chased lots of pigeons.

I visited Tijuana with my aunts for a few hours, one summer day. But that doesn't count.

Third time was in March of 2006, last year. I went with my dad and we stayed for a week. My dad took me to see the Aztec pyramids, and Mexico D.F. Those pyramids are fucking tall.

And my last trip was in June 2007, for ten days. I took many solitary bus rides and let the rain wet my feet.

When I close my eyes and stay very still, I can still hear the thunder.

Mexico has wings, too.

Zapopan Mexico

Zapopan Basilica, Mexico

Tequila, Mexico

I am fascinated by pigeons, especially since I rarely see them where I live now. Though I really wouldn't touch them, they always capture a large part of my imagination.