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$1 Peso

Trying to cram some skill and ideas into a wedding I will be shooting in September. Also looking at cost of some gear and how I wish it could all go down for one peso into my camera bag. Anyhow, the best to all of you as the week continues to roll by; can't believe it's only Tuesday --got a long one ahead for me.
Retornable

Coke is big in Mexico. The producers use huge amounts of water to make it but it's not half as beneficial as the real clear stuff. The addiction to the drink in this neck of the woods is exemplified by its inclusion in all three diurnal meals. So in the end, more black stuff and less real water into an already poor diet of starch, carbohydrates, and fat that has made Mexico a growing leader in obesity rates after nation's like the USA.
When the Old Becomes New

It's not the history behind this beauty that intrigues me. Nor am I concerned with who may have touched it once and what became of them, him, or her. As I viewed it on the screen this morning after a while of musing and exercise that is the old becoming new and novel. It's not in vogue anymore because someone somewhere decided the rest of us were ready for something else. I'm not advocating some mediocre clinging to the past or rejecting the blessings of human ingenuity and innovation, it's just that what is useful or obsolete is subjective and so relative. We are so quick to judge others by what they have or use ignoring intrinsic value: If it gets me where I need to go, what's wrong with it? Of course, if we were all this practical we would not be the consumer-driven society we are today; we would not be burdened with the stressors of carrying the load of debt and goods didn’t need in the first place.
Ely

Been caught these days with the usual --but newer- load of work accompanied by concerns over what the Euro crisis means for all of us. Only a fool would believe that one's concern for the visual arts makes one immune or exist above or beyond the realities that define the directions are lives take. The world and our place in it is much more interconnected and consequential than most care to notice; to me, this is a very sad thing. What does any of this have to do with the above image? Nothing. Let's call it my escape or ironic disconnect from this fractal universe we know as home. To be practical, it was seen on Av. Lazaro Cardenas in downtown, Mexico City.
Night Ride

Haven't posted as often as I would like --everyday. With duty calling, priorities shifting it's become harder to get out on the streets where I feel at home. I take my camera mostly everywhere, which boggles everyone, and shoot anything and everything that beckons my attention. Funny thing is I like to shoot, but hate spending time in front of the computer picking and processing images; I find shooting in itself so much more fun. I wonder if anyone out there can relate to this. Anyhow, I hope all of you are having a pleasant weekend, and a memorable one at that --life is just too short.




















