The past few days were among the coldest of this autumn here at home, dark gray skies and rainy weather that barely let the sun shine through and the feeling that the hands will never be warm again.
Yesterday while reviewing some images of my first course of trekking, climbing and mountaineering in 2007 I found this image of a place in the proximity of Nevado de Toluca, one of Mexico’s highest volcanoes. This area was about to be where our group would spend the night with no tents, just a vivac and yes, in a really cold environment, so much that I spent that night walking, watching the stars and taking a few photos.
I processed the image like an infrared to emphasize the sensations of the cold that many of us experienced that night eight years ago.
Here in Mexico City and its suburbs autumn arrives somewhat later and with much less intensity than in the northern part of the country, the United States, or especially Canada, the foliage of the majority of trees nor does fall, neither turns into the vibrant hues of red and orange, so trying to find an image for my own taste that captured the feeling of the shorter days and the qualities of light that come with this season has been hard for me, even more so since in the preceding weeks I haven’t got the chance to travel to a location more suited to my mood.
Luckily a couple days ago I found this leaf next to a dried out fruit of a tree we here call “breva”, pretty similar to a fig, laying on a “lavadero” a fixture that is used to wash clothes by hand. The leaf’s subtle hues, its beauty preserved even though life had almost completely vanished from it, the lovely textures, next to the fruit’s touch of brown-reds and orange made click in my eye, my mind, and my camera.