After moving to Mexico part-time, I began to explore the people and the country through photography.
Los Perros Callejeros
There are millions of street dogs in Mexico, sometimes accepted and fed, but more often surviving only by their wits, scrounging for enough food to survive. Many are injured or killed as they try to cross the roads. Few are ever neutered, and they can be seen with their testicles or teats prominent and swinging as they walk. Sometimes I would watch one trotting from one place to another, and her joy in living was apparent.
Thresholds Across Time
Hacienda Jaral de Berrios, built in 1774
Guanajuato, central Mexico
I arrived at the entrance to the old hacienda with anticipation. I knew that the walls of the abandoned building were embedded with the memory of human longing and living from centuries past. I was eager to explore the interior: the labyrinth of rooms, the rich pentimento in its surfaces. As I wandered through the hacienda, I was moved by the many thresholds it contained – I photographed the entrance ways, the doorways, the hallways, the arches - all containing the space “in between,” that spoke of here, and beyond. The thresholds beckoned, intimating that they would lead me to another realm.
As humans, we long to cross thresholds and if we are fortunate, we can pause - perhaps largely live - within the very threshold, inhabiting the liminal space: the place of the timeless where there is no duality, only a place of openness, of connection . . . a place that transcends “before” and “after.”