Waiting for my recession garden.

"And they will hammer their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not lift up sword against nation, And never again will they learn war." Isaiah 2:4

I don't really have much to say as of late. I think a lot a shut myself up in my head and in my room. I talk, I just never actually say anything.

I photographed the 40th anniversary of 2 de Octubre. There was a march/protest which resulted in clashes between the cops and the protesters. My shots might be incorporated into a documentary by this director from Tijuana.

Recently Liberation Theology has been peaking my interest.

I'm in a constant state of waiting around for some shit to go down. Something that will define my future direction in life.

"When anything can happen, nothing tends to. It's only when you realize the places your story can't go do you discover all the places it can." (some quote I paraphrased from an article I lost in the shuffle of time.)

I like this article.

I can envision my own little recession garden on my plot of land outside Hartford, CT.