The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
October 24, 2003, 7:05:30 am - Puente de Calmotlan, Mexico
One of my greatest adventures was a jeep trip from Puerto Vallarta to Guadalajara via dirt roads over the Sierra Madre Oriental mountain range - a story for another time. Puente de Calmotlan is about 85 miles northwest of Guadalajara and 100 miles northeast of Puerto Vallarta as the crow flys. By car, it's an eight-hour drive from PV - very much off the tourist routes. I doubt this small mountain town has changed in the past 17 years. I'm drawn to doors and walls and this one has a lot of history and character.
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