An indigenous Mesoamerican myth describes the discovery and opening of a mountain filled with maize, capable of providing sustenance to the people of the world. Nonetheless, hundreds of years after this event would have occurred, we continue to hunger— physically, emotionally, spiritually. The images and text of this blog will relay my own quest to understand the world around me through observation and reflection on the people and places encountered during my wanderings— people also searching, in a variety of ways, to partake of life’s bounty.
This guy was part of a group of young men that I met as they trained and sparred in a hardscrabble Guyanese factory town. It was dripping hot and I admired the determination of the fighters as they jumped rope and exchanged blows in the bare-bones gym that gave home to their dreams. The group as a whole was incredibly warm and welcoming to me. Jokingly, they mentioned that perhaps I might use their photographs to find them foreign girlfriends. Anyone interested?