A photographer walks the streets and one out of many faces captures his attention.
A conversation ensues...... An image results.

In the process there is an attempt to show a culture different from my own in a direct, unaltered manner.

A curiosity to understand something larger about Mexico.... satisfied by searching..... by a series of small encounters on the street.... that lead to an awareness.

Walls will not come tumbling down with these images, but the space between photographer and subject, that between two cultures may get reduced.

This too then surely is a translation. The photographer/interpreter of people selects the way to present character details that will resonate with others while retaining the person !s essencial, descriptive oneness. Unfortunately, as a foreigner, I can only hope for an exact translation. Some facets of the experience here will always be off my radar screen. My best is an approximation of Mexican reality. That is, a...

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