Fake fisheye effect

Many houses in tequila are painted some lovely colours. I’m a fan of the blues.

Unicycle

Taken opposite Amour Fou in Calle Pino Suarez, Guadalajara, Mexico.

colOmos

The last Flickrtour was to Colomos park in Providencia. Unfortunately it started pissing it down on a scale not seen since the rainy season. Everyone found their own places to shelter…

Santa Tere Church

Before I discovered autostitch and various other automatic software I made these things by hand. Well photoshop anyway. Here’s 26 photos making up Santa Tere church on a Sunday in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico.

Bracelet on a grave

Bracelet left on a grave in the Panteon de Belen in Guadalajara.

Bolero

Being more of a trainers person myself I’ve never required the services of the hundreds (or thousands?) of boleros or shoeshiners. Moonshine, though, that’s another story…

Vertigo

Granted, this shot of a stairway in a multi-storey car park in Guadalajara is a tad clichéd, but with the kid in it and the coloured handrails I reckon it´s a nice shot. His T-Shirt says “You with those curves, and me with no brakes”

Hemispheric Cow

I just got a new camera which has an in-built autostitch function, hence this photo… Taken by the Paraninfo of the University of Guadalajara. I’m not convinced the dimensions work for this photoblog. What do you reckon?

Marimba en Tlaquepaque, Jalisco, Mexico

The Marimba is the huge xylophone type instrument that is often shared between several players at the same time. Usually one of the musicians has the scrapey wooden thing (Comment if you know the name, maraca?) and wanders round collecting tips. Then they carry the whole shebang somewhere else and start playing plinky plunky versions of classics like Cielito Lindo and La Bamba. *edit* Nope, they’re not maracas. Google turned up this page on how to make your own marimba though, happy hammering!

Toreador in Guadalajara, Mexico

Yep, that’s bull’s blood all over him. About 5 minutes later he got a bull’s horn in the stomach. He survived with broken ribs. Quite a day…

Patzcuaro cemetary by night

Day of the dead in Michoacán was a crash course in night photography and setting exposure. I never worked out how to lessen the reddish hues that came from candle light despite using every white balance setting available. That said my night there was unbelievable, one of the most moving religious spectacles I´ve seen yet and everyone was incredibly welcoming and friendly. A beautiful Mexican tradition.

5am in Tzintzuntzan, Michoacán

By the early hours of the morning most of the people keeping watch over their decorated graves for day of the dead were wrapped up in ponchos and nearly asleep. Not this lot though who shared their fire with us.

Día de las sonrisotas

This lad was helping his Dad sell the traditional marigold Day of the Dead flower (Cempazuchil and variations thereof). When his Dad saw him posing, he started chucking him huge bunches to catch until he was all but buried. The kids were loving it, bless´em.

Es mi gallo

Cockerel for sale in the baratillo Sunday market in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. They’re for fighting. I’ve never been to a cock fight, I wouldn’t rule it out though.