I’VE STARTED TO REALIZE that meeting and photographing different cultures and subjects with diverse belief systems can broaden one’s spiritual and cultural horizons much more rapidly than just studying them from a distance at home. It might be a cliché to say this, but I really feel it’s easy to become jaded when we grow up in a Western culture — and, even worse, not even be aware of it.
The last part of my stay in Mexico really brought this to my attention. One of the many events I shot in Mexico was an indigenous rights conference, held at the Congressional Building. During the proceedings, a short, dark-skinned man wearing traditional tribal clothing approached me. He introduced himself as Lobo Blanco, and as we talked, I learned that he was from an indigenous tribe called the Mazahua. He seemed excited to hear that our tour was concerned with human rights, and he invited us to a private event at what he described as a sacred temple, which I later learned was Templo Mayor.
I was more than happy to accept the invitation, secretly excited about the opportunity to meet the other tribe members.