Walking is the only way to see the world. If I see something of interest, I stop and inspect it. Inanimate objects have a life of their own. The mystery of these objects reveals their lives and whether they were cherished or forgotten. They are witness to me as much as I am to them. And perhaps my photograph gave meaning or proof to their lives, and the person who made them. If someone stops to ask me what I’m doing, I stop to converse with them. Often I make friends. Sometimes I get good pictures. When I don’t know where to go I trust my instinct, or I just follow the animals. Most of these images come from my second trip to Oaxaca, Mexico, and are a continuation of the ideas behind Living with the Dead. These images deal more directly with survival and the effects of time.