Beneath the watchful gaze of ancient gods, Mexico's memories resonate with spirituality.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
From colorful fiestas to serene haciendas, Mexico's memories are a tapestry of contrasts.
The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you.