Here’s my last posting of images from the Oaxaca trip. These were taken in various locations.
Oaxaca City. She was surprised that I wanted to take her picture, but was happy to pose for a second.
Oaxaca City. The night before Day of the Dead. She was posing for money, so I put some pesos into her jar. I think everyone who walked down this street with a camera has a shot of her.
Teotitlán del Valle. The weaver who lives in this house showed us how he colors the wool he uses to weave rugs.
Teotitlán del Valle. The attraction here was saturated colors in early morning light—and the boy sitting alone.
Xoxo Cemetery. I talked briefly with the woman lighting the candle. I ended up taking almost no photos in the cemetery; it just seemed too intrusive. I took this with my iPhone and no flash—on purpose.
That’s it for photos from the trip. I have more, of course, but the quality starts to drop off after the ones I’ve now posted. Since “You’re only as good as your weakest image,” I’m going to stop now.