Strolling through the streets in the warm night air. Up and down narrow stone sidewalks to see fountain after fountain turned into altars. Homes with doors open wide to usher in visitors. It was a living breathing art exhibit – visual poetry. And at each stop kind people with edible treats to share. At one stop I was dished up handmade lemon sorbet and at another handed a sweet red popsicle. This is part of the custom. The altar’s hosts also serve fruit drinks that symbolize the Virgin’s tears. The images of the sorrowful virgin are surrounded by pre-Hispanic elements like carpets made of flower petals, seeds and grains. It was a lovely night and the moon nearly full. The altar visitations go on into the wee hours of the morning, but I started for home much earlier than that. The moon escorting me all the way back.
Without the use of my crop tool my hands feel tied. It’s the tool I use most often and since I’ve been in Mexico my laptop allows me only to upload. I will post what I managed to photograph anyway. They are somewhat blurry with the slowed down shutter speed and my unsteady hand. Oh…and a few pages from the visual journal, begun in LA and completed here in San Miguel de Allende.