“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.”
“I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers – it makes them siblings and gives them mutuality. Sisterhood and brotherhood are conditions people have to work at.”
“Rigid plans work best if you’re building a skyscraper; with something as mysteriously human as giving birth, it’s best, both literally and figuratively, to keep your knees bent.”
“It’s extraordinary to look into a baby’s face and see a piece of your flesh and your spirit.”
What can I say? I often photograph unique personalities, wanderers and artists, musicians and random encounters on the street. I like vagabonds, the gritty and the homeless, the creative and the mad. But sometimes it’s refreshing to just look at an innocent face, a tabula rasa that hasn’t yet been marked by experience. ‘Portrait Month’ continues today with a smiling baby boy with some pretty remarkable eyes.
During the beginning of Semana Santa, I got to witness the interesting mixture of the Tarahumara’s indigenous spiritual beliefs with the Catholicism that was brought by the Spaniards in the 16th Century. The whole community pours into the courtyard in front of the Mission Style church and prepare for a night-long procession. Men and boys, painted as demons, run around the church, chased by other men and boys armed with spears to drive the demons away.
It’s a sight to see, and it’s nothing I ever expected to see in Mexico. For a few moments, I felt like I was much further away from home than I actually was, and the tribal nature of these rituals seemed outlandishly foreign to me.
It made for some interesting photographs, though.
Hiking out to the banks of the lake of Arareko, we met with a group of Rarámuri people. The women were huddled beneath the pine trees, weaving baskets while their little children played in the dirt. The young boys occupy their time climbing on the rocks and swimming in the water. This young lad took an interest in me, but we were only able to communicate in gestures and pantomime. He was excited to wander around with me and understood that we didn’t speak the same language, so our hiking experience was pretty silent.