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I didn’t expect to like Mexico.  I went for the first time in 2003.  My cat was dead, my job sucked, and one of those milestone birthdays was not far off.  Mexico was close and offered a welcome distraction.  I signed up for a language class and took my camera and a few rolls of Tri-X just in case. 

Over the next year I got a new job, new cats, celebrated that birthday – and went back to Mexico.  This time I took plenty of color film.

It’s hard to explain what keeps calling me back to Mexico.  Beyond the light and the colors, I am drawn to the serendipitous juxtapositions that characterize the street life in every village and town.