Call of the Z

Maybe I did too many psychedelics in my youth. Maybe I suffered one too many blows to the head. Maybe it's a genetic defect. But when I look around at the Zihuatanejo community that I've come to know and love I see an abundance of beauty unlike any other and in spite of all our shortcomings. Whether it's a simple sunrise like a million others on our downtown beach or a crooked faux-brick street, the beauty of Zihuatanejo calls to me like a Greek siren, pleading to be noticed and appreciated for what it is, asking for nothing in return beyond a little attention. So I try to reproduce in my photos the unique characteristics of the beauty I see in this tiny neglected and forgotten community on the southern Pacific Coast of Mexico. I hope you like what I see.