In Mexico the sun defines how we experience the street, just as surely as do the ubiquitous colonial churches and weekly markets. It’s twin scalpels of light and shadow constantly sculpt the public space into a setting for high drama.

As a matter of fact, my camera only recorded the random events of daily life. Amongst other things these photographs depict a blind boy turning his face towards the sun, commuters waiting for a bus, and a dog leaping over a wall. But maybe it’s better to suspend our faith in the camera’s ability to render comfortable certainties, and instead embrace it’s ability to suggest life’s mysterious encounters.