After being on my feet for six hours this morning, my knees were killing me, and I was just generally exhausted. But with hours to kill and a strong desire not to pay another 50 quetzales for a morning hike tomorrow, I went back in (I had noticed one nature…
Ten minutes ago, I began to hear rumbles of thunder. The weather has been so constant since arriving–suny with some clouds, hot, humid–I forgot it was the rainy season. Now, there is a torrential downpour. It’s simply incredible. From nothing, to a massive storm in minutes. My bungalow has a…
I have arrived. My first solo adventure in three years, since 2003. When our flight was descending this evening, I saw flashes of what I thought was lightning in the clouds. But the lightning only appeared in two places. I can only assume they were volcanos erupting. Just as I…
It’s been ages since TheServerSide Java Symposium (TSSJS) in Las Vegas, but I have a last bit of photography to record. The final day of the conference, Dennis and I took a hike in Red Rock Canyon (photo gallery), specifically Ice Box Canyon. Yeah, we were supposed to be at…
Biding my time at the airport. No one’s even here so I can check-in. I neglected to explain what I was doing in Guanajuato’s tunnels back when I was dazed and confused. For background, Guanajuato was founded in a river valley, and sometimes during the summer monsoon season, there was…
La Mina de Valenciana is closed. In it can’t be closed permanently, because there are too many touristy shops at its entrance (which is big enough to accommodate more than just a few tourist buses). But it wasn’t open today. Only Boca Mina de Valencia, a much smaller, older mine…
I am exhausted. I should be out taking pictures of the mariachis or something. But without a nap, I’m just dead to the world. Got in a little shopping today. I bought at a painted devil mask, and some pottery. Apparently, Guanajuato area is famous for its pottery, called Talavera.…
Next to El Museo de las Momias was a small exhibit on the “Culto de los Muertos.” I didn’t quite get it. For example, there was a coffin containing, according to the sign in Spanish, of a man whose name was not recorded. The man who “we” know was German…
El Museo de las Momias was a little bit disturbing. It wasn’t the desiccated cadavers that I found alarming. It was how obsessed I became with photographing the naturally mummified corpses of people so poor their families could not afford to bury them when they died over a century ago.…
Off to a good start already: wasn’t paying attention to the time and walked out of the house w/ four minutes to make it to the Bullet. I can bike it that fast, but not run it. Definitley not with luggage. And in the rush, I forgot to bring a…
