It was nine years ago, I was at the same procession. I hope I am a better photographer now, with more vision and all that jazz.=
Day one is generally running around town to try to get as many schedules as i can and make sense of them in the context of the town. That’s where I failed today, schedules I have plenty. But the subtext of when groups get ready; what I need to infiltrate; where they will be in the interim are all still lost facts to me.
There is suppose to be a procession that starts tomorrow at 3a. Legitimately if I show up at 5a I would be a hero but I have no clue where they should be going or coming from.
But it is 1030 now, I will go to bed within a half an hour and see what 4am has in store for me.=20=
How many times have I looked over the wing of an airplane? It’s a bit sad to think about all the hours staring in transit.
On this glare, I realize that my first trip was 15 years ago to Costa Rica. It was almost to the date (4 days off). Much has happened. This is my 3rd time off to Guatemala. A friend calls it my revenge tour; for not taking good enough pictures the first time.
How many times have I looked over the wing of an airplane?=
I printed out pretty much every work print I’ve made related to the Christian Holy Week project. The pile on the left is classed under ‘what was I thinking, that isn’t even a photograph’. On the right is the rest. It took seven hours to go through that the first time. I think I still have about 1300 prints over on the right hand side to go through.=