The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

My photo
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Photo shoot

While walking by Santo Domingo, I noticed this photo shoot and stopped to watch for a while.  Sights like this are pretty common and one can see the most wonderful things out on the streets.  I always love the weddings, quinceaneras, calendas and use them to practice getting shots. 
 So I took advantage of what was right before me.
I actually managed to get some decent shots even though I was quite a distance away from the action.
 Time for change of outfit and makeup.
 Now that is a tiara.
 You can see how tall she is.  I was not the only one watching.
It turned out to be a study in black and white.  First in black
Then in white.
 A final shot. This is how to strut one's stuff.
The model was so tall, well over six feet.  I was surprised when I showed her a couple shots that I had to look up into her eyes.  It must have been the heels.

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