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Presenter…
Scenario…
I will be posting photographs from the Arena Mexico, an arena where mainly there is wrestling.
Mexican wrestling is quite bizarre and its style started from the 1930’s. Wrestlers wear masks and do acrobatic stunts. It is a sport that many people love, it runs on TV on saturdays and lifts up people enthusiasm.
Cameras are not allowed only media, but one has his ways and this was a great opportunity for taking pictures. I hope you enjoy it!
I found this jar in my daughter’s closet. My first impulse was to pour in some loose change I had and I did.
Seconds after that I thought, what happened to my dreams? What happened to all those illusions I had, and those few ones I still keep?
Could it be that I am aging and I see that some things are just not possible, or do I need to be 13 years old to wish a fulfilled life?
What is the difference for what I hope for at this time than from the past time?
My 13 year old daughter doesn’t have much in terms of wealth and still has big dreams. I am in the same conditions, with the exception of age. Where are my dreams?
Would it be that I have a perception of reality that she doesn’t have and because of that, I know what is supposed to be possible and what impossible?
So far she has accomplished many goals with determination, a set mind and a strong will. Would that be what one needs?
Now, I have my own jar where to keep my change, a to-do list for what I want and I have dug up long time dreams.
Let the journey begin, with determination, a set mind and a strong will.
This photo I took was a polemic one.
There was some minor street fight and I started taking pictures. The friends I was with told me not to.
– Why? I replied.
-It is not safe.
-So what?
-Maybe police won’t like being photograph while they arrest the guy, they may take the camera away or the memory card.
-But why? What about if I were to photograph firemen putting off a fire, would that be acceptable? They are doing their job.
-Well, yes
-Then what is wrong with taking photos to the police doing their job??
Next, I was grabbed away by my friends. Too stuburn they said I am.
What would you have done?
We mexicans have strange customs, perhaps our pre hispanic roots.
We are also very romantic, perhaps our spaniards roots.
The mix turns into art: in the streets, everywhere.
This is a wall at the entrance of a tunnel, not a dangerous one. Just a popular expression of our culture.
More on our interesting ways about life and death on my previous post here:
