The Textures of Mexico

"I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object."  - Andrew Wyeth

I love to travel. I love to see the world and witness the details - large and small - that make the place unique. The new and different landscape, varied people, and even the architecture leave me awestruck...like a child on there first trip to a candy story. Every turn leads to a new discovery that paints a picture for me of new and distinct and varied culture of each new place.

Recently, I was lucky enough to spend a week in Mexico on the Mayan Riveria. The fabric of Mexico is rich in texture and alive with color and culture. I could have stayed months wandering around little pueblos, breathing into the spaces of their real, authentic, everyday life. To me, the best parts are where the people really are living their every day lives - shopping, eating, or simply sitting around, watching the days go by...and simply lingering in the fabric of the place they call home.


 Selling her goods.

Selling her goods.

 Catching a lift.

Catching a lift.

 Layers and layers.

Layers and layers.

 I love the plant life. It amazes me.

I love the plant life. It amazes me.

 Chichén Itzá.

Chichén Itzá.

 The local barber. Closed for Siesta.

The local barber. Closed for Siesta.

 Our pool. Azul.

Our pool. Azul.

 So many tiny details.

So many tiny details.

 Coconut trees. Everywhere.

Coconut trees. Everywhere.

 The colors of the sea made me want to redecorate my house.

The colors of the sea made me want to redecorate my house.

 These bikes. This sign. :)

These bikes. This sign. :)

 The architecture was incredible. I could have studied it for hours.

The architecture was incredible. I could have studied it for hours.

 Beach cabana.

Beach cabana.

 The colors. Everywhere. So vivid and bright.

The colors. Everywhere. So vivid and bright.