A Mystical Journey on the Wings of the Maguey

My journey through Mexico in January can be traced back on the wings of the magical, mystical maguey plant: it marked my time there not in any particular objectively obvious way, but in the way that the majestic rolling hills unfold towards the horizon, and it is only on second glance that you notice they … Continue reading

La Preciosita

In La Preciosita, a small migrant community village about an hour outside of Puebla, Mexico, the streets are quiet when the sun is at its peak. The air is dry and still. The hills unfold endlessly outward, dotted with maguey plants with leaves spread wide like a hawk in flight. About 1/6 of the Puebla … Continue reading