Embracing The Color Of Oaxaca
Oddly, It Is The Subtle Color That Draws My Eye And Lens
A few days ago, I once again moved to a new neighborhood, in Oaxaca City. A neighborhood I have often walked in. A neighborhood I lived in for a short week, last April.
I have lived in a number of neighborhoods here. From the west, to the east. From the south, to the north. They all have different, and unique qualities.
I have to say, I have loved them all. I have loved them for their local color. For their individual personalities.
No matter which neighborhood I have lived in, I always find myself walking towards Centro. Towards the center, of Oaxaca City. It calls me always.
It is the colors that call me. It is the quiet streets that beckon. It is these streets that feel like home.
Yes, there is traffic on these streets. That is a given. I pay it no mind. It goes with the territory. It never impedes my flow, my inner flow. It is actually a part of my flow.
