. Some might say we were crazy to have gone out that evening. Our Oaxacan friends certainly would say that. I suspect even our die-hard Cleveland friends and family might have questioned our sanity. But sometimes you have to be crazy in love. . . One day during our brief trip to Ohio last month, an hour before sunset, we donned what limited cold-weather clothes we had packed with us and drove to one of my favorite spots in Northeast Ohio – even though it was 14º F (-10º C). I
All I wanted was a great photograph. I was exploring the coastal island on a rental bike, my camera bag in its wire basket, when I rode past a setting that captivated my attention. I made a U-turn and parked the bike on the side of the road. As I stepped off the bike, took out my camera, and gazed across the street, I seemed to melt into the serenity of the scene. From a thick, gnarled trunk of an old oak, adorned with Spanish moss that dangled like tinsel off a Christmas tre
On a morning in a Oaxacan market, photographer Graciela Iturbide made one of the most enduring images of Zapotec life” This photo was taken in 1979, and the lady in it, who became somewhat of a local celebrity as her image was used extensively, has since died. I have seen many women here carry many things on their head, but have to admit I haven’t seen any ‘iguana ladies’. Iguanas are food to the coastal people. I was told the pregnant ones with eggs are especially delicious.