Stray dog in Acaxochitlán

Mountain. Fog. A dog crosses the street and looks at me.

I take a picture. Only one. It is enough for me.

The Mexico you don't expect. The mountain tells something different from what we are accustomed to associate with Mexico. A different dimension welcomed me and I can only testify to it in one way: by photographing. I think of Moriyama's dog. To that of Koudelka. I think I'm in a totally different place from what Mexico has been for me up to now.