I have no idea what they were up to. They were simply there, and I was too.
Read MorePeeps

Distrito Federal
I have no idea what they were up to. They were simply there, and I was too.
Read MoreA not too unusual seen one evening in Iztapalapa, Mexico City.
Read MoreEje Central Lazaro Cardenas, Centro Historico - Ciudad de México, MEXICO
Young lady crossing Lazaro Cardenas in Historic Center, Mexico City - Mexico.
Read MoreOne of my initial images circa 2006. I had asked him to pose for the shot; instead, he began to blow into the crucible. When I first came to Mexico, and until recently, you could find these shaman all over the city's largest municipal square -- El Zocalo. I speculate a recent policy move by the federal district authorities has kept them from operating in the area; It has been a while since I've witnessed any shaman executing their alternate medicinal practices at the Zocalo. Instead they have been dispersed to other parts of the downtown area and in dwindling numbers.
As a microbus passed by near Las Bombas and Cafetales in Coyoacan, Mexico City.
Seen on Eje Central Lazaro Cardenas, Centro Historico, Mexico City.
Read MoreBack in 2006 you could still run into photographers in some parts of Mexico City who made a living making images of folks in "touristy" areas. The ubiquity of digital sent most of them into early retirement.
Seen in Parque De Los Venados, Mexico City circa 2007. The quotes on the cardboard read: "I am afraid of losing my job and being broke "; I am afraid of not finding a partner and having no children"; "I am afraid that if my father dies I will have to face life alone."
I enjoy contemplating the past through its artifacts. We call these things old connoting a discard of that which is now obsolete. The old can take on a whole new glory when we take the time to explore those details that define the time and place that gave them birth. Funny, for all our attempts to move on and find solutions in our future, the answer can sometimes be found if would just tale a small, yet attentive, glance into our past.
An organ grinder friend in Mexico City's Centro Historico.
I ran into this guy while exiting the Nativitas Metro Station. He was getting off the VW and I just started taking photos of him while he was fixing his bag. He was OK with it. I waved goodbye and that was that.
Read MoreCatedral - Zocalo, Mexico City.