




santiago atitlan, guatemala.
one morning i woke up before the sun came out and couldn't fall back asleep. so i grabbed my camera, went for a walk and ended up at the cemetery. this old woman grabbed my arm and beckoned me to follow her. she spoke tz'tujil and i could not understand a word she said, but she led me to the grave of a loved one where she mourned and cried a haunting cry.
i hope the fact that i kept taking pictures doesn't make me insensitive...


















































