That is the magic in the simple recipe of human connection.

Mysticism and haggling are refined pastimes in the Mexican zeitgeist.

No traces of smoke should rise from the ground. Everybody walks away, trusting their joint efforts.

I sat on the icy cart in a serpentine journey through the legs of market goers.

One could fill an entire day talking about Monarch butterflies.

The inevitable fire that creates and consumes all of human endeavors.

You don’t mind if we start 5 minutes early?

A chair, a lemon, a red scarf and a lightbulb.

The lost desert explorers that couldn’t hear their own thoughts.

Flashy superpowers are not as impressive as the peaceful endurance of nature and the ability of humanity to yield to the unknown.

Ida is the only person that has gotten angry at me for taking her picture.