Day of the dead
Michoacán, a place where everything is born... Even in death, it finds rebirth. This unforgettable lady is one of the images that have lingered in my heart the most, and one of the first images I can proudly say I captured. This took place on November 2nd, in the year 2000. The lady and I spoke for quite a while outside an ancient temple in Pátzcuaro, Michoacán: El Sagrario, founded by Vasco de Quiroga in 1540. In this grandmother, I see a representation of our heritage and our connection to ancient divinities and wisdom. The beauty of her wrinkles makes me envision the poetry of life's journey.