When I first visited Mexico I remember feeling that the air was still alive, a visceral sensation of a life force surrounding me. Subsequently when I have returned to visit, it has been to experience once again what I find missing in my heart living in Southern California. The isolation and homogenization of our culture has deadened the very air that we breathe.
This series of photographs in no way attempts to define or describe the rich culture of Mexico. It is, instead, a subjective look at what I encounter while being there.