My new downtown office/gallery is lined with my photographs of San Miguel de Allende. These images are not yet familiar to me, all captured within the last six months with my sleek Canon 5D Mark II or its sidekick, the Canon G9. I often ponder my photo's as I write at my desk. When I am weary, I find myself making the gestures of a dreamer. I miss the tiny winged angels, the vibrant colors, the dance of its people. I long to sleep under a Mexican sky, to hear the church bells peal, to watch the palomas (doves) perched upon rosy canterra ready to take flight.
Yet I sit diligently at my computer in the studio and try to concentrate on something more tangible. I will be announcing an exciting new business venture soon with my partner, Rick;
my website will finally be launched within days.
The Mexican people live for Milagros, miracles. Their belief system is a complex one that is often symbolized in unsophisticated representations that are full of whimsy. There is a sense of complete devotion attached to milagro's, an unwavering sense of faith and hope.
With some sentiment, I move back into this brand new day. There is beauty everywhere. Miracles can hide at the edge of every horizon. I search the perfect sky from my window,
and believe.
