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.
Many of my photographs are about transmitting a particular feeling, one that is difficult for me to describe with words. It’s a feeling I have experienced many times while on the road, typically arising after at least a week of solo travel: a melancholy that is perhaps the precondition for a quiet appreciation of stillness and understated beauty. Here are four images from three continents that attempt to convey this feeling.
