Thursday, January 21, 2010

Remembering an earthquake


The earthquake in Haiti sent me back in my mind to Mexico City, during and after the 8.1 magnitude earthquake on September 19, 1985. Earthquakes do that to me, and I expect to everyone who's been through a very serious one. I dug out my old earthquake photos from the boxes under the spare bed.
It was the worst thing I'd ever experienced, the closest I've come to a near-death experience. The fear was inescapable - aftershocks, real or imagined, shattered my sleep every night and I'd wake up already running toward the nearest doorway. I could see the same fear in the eyes of nearly everyone else in that vast city, especially when the subway stopped and the tunnel went dark, or the lights started swinging in a restaurant.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Show me a sign



I'm continually enthralled by the signs of Mexico. They are quaint, bizarre, funny, strange, beautiful. Sometimes they provide a flash of insight into the culture behind the facades, both the stone-and-mortar and the human ones.