Buried Photos (en color)

Upon returning to Mex a few days ago, one of my tasks has been organizing photos and cleaning up hard drives. To spice things up for myself (I don't love such tasks), I decided to pick out some pics that I still like, regardless of their lack of journalizing sellability. Then I decided to post them.

These are ones that did not make the cut for publishing, but they all caught my eye in one way or another.

Today, colours. Tomorrow(ish) black and white.

Jesus on display in a narco town in rural Michoacan.

A man 'gets his lean on' as evening comes to the used goods section in the back of Tepito, Mexico City's largest black market.

A Lacondon Maya child rests on a tree after chasing his cat away. The Lancondon Maya are the most direct known descendants of the Maya, who managed to escape detection until the 1960's. There are about 1000 left, and fewer who speak the language. Sadly, this story never got published.

A woman arranges flowers with her daughter in Cuajinicuilapa, Guerrero, the unofficial capital of Mexico's remaining African descendants.

A girl dances on the top of grave, singing to her friend below.

Grant rejected it from a slide show we did together, an editor rejected it, and no one else seems to love it but me. A Zapatista man (who can't show his face on camera) rests on a cross during a hilltop meeting in Chiapas

Two roosters mid battle on the floor of cockfight in rural Oaxaca.

Jesus fixes his get-up, as part of an odd media frenzy at the main protest against the UN's climate change conference in Cancún. Tons of riot police blocked the road. It felt for a bit like it was gonna get intense. But then, protesters just took turns standing in front of the riot police, denouncing the UN and such - to the media's delight.

An alleyway in Ciudad Oaxaca.

Chuy squeezes out of a sweet mid-morning barrel peeling off the rocks. No, I will not tell you where.


In the afternoon glow of a cemetery on Dia de los Muertos, en Guerrero... Blurry colours