From time to time, I feel that some images are calling me, like this one of the tea ceremony that I made in Japan.  So I had to stop the stream of the work that I had been doing and processed it for you.

Lately, it's Cuetzalan,  a small town high up in the hills of the north of the state of Puebla in Mexico.  It's truly a place where the past lives on and the best time to appreciate it is its Weekend markets where indigenous people (Nahuatl) from surrounding villages gather in the small town center, selling goods that they carried on their back here. 

I was in photography/culture heaven and having a blast maneuvering the narrow lanes and steep steps, so much so that I did not notice the "stink eyes", twice, until later.  Hahaha!