as i was out taking photos this week, i was wondering about frida, naturally. i remember that most painful scene from the film with salma hayek : when the tram frida is on crashes and she loses much, so much of her young life.
i remember the energy of the movie, the vibrancy of the pictures, the zest for life, the love and the hurting. splendid perdition, over and again.
vibrant colours often escape me. mexico and me aren't best friends. although i've been to mexico. i dipped my toe, crossing the south texas border into la ciudad juárez in 1990.
analog photography... where's the time gone? and do you notice? i once upon a time shot images of people! patrice's frida, for the weekend. what a theme, i'm so curious to come snooping though, into your colours and beauty... PS - no, no, no! no birthday!! ☻