I can't stop taking pictures of windows and doors. These little portraits always seem to capture the essence of a place and it's people in the simplest, most non-evasive way. Everyday life can be figured out, or at least imagined, by seeing what is leaning on a stoop or decorating a window.
Mexico did not disappoint when it came to photographing this favorite 'subject' of mine. Valladolid and Merida delivered colorful, colonial archways that separated the cobblestone avenues from the courtyards. Churburná Puerto decrepit buildings offered an awesome variety of chipped paint and slanted stairs. I visited the homes and temples of past kings. First in Mexico City, in the grand formality of Chapultepec Castle, and then in the ancient seaside ruins at Tulum, I looked out the windows and saw the views that past royalty looked upon, and a window became a portal to the past.