Re-discovering life with my camera.
When I was 7 years old, my parents bought a property outside Mexico City. Every weekend we would drive up to the mountains to find refuge in a very small town called Temascaltepec, two and a half hours from the hectic city. For as long as I remember, not much has changed in this town. One single road will take you in town and a secondary one will take you out. There are no restaurant chains or big name supermarkets. Only locally owned business serving friends and neighbors.
The oldest “tortilleria”in town is located across the main plaza. It has been in the same place for as long as I remember. Every day Juanita greets her customers with a friendly “Buenos Dias.” She and her brother are now in charge of the family business. Recently, I noticed the place had been repainted in a very bright orange. I thought the bright orange looked happy and fit Juanita’s smile. Juanita is friendly and kind, she carefully weighs and packs her tortillas and always sends her customers with a warm rolled tortilla to take on their way back home.