october. As Halloween begins to trickle down (or perhaps even swarm) the internet (and everything around us), it dawned upon me that we are well into October already. Time running through my fingers is what I call it.
So while I used to dislike this month during my years in the UK (increased darkness et al.), it is my favourite month here in Mexico. The summer rain has stopped, and the days are just glorious. But most importantly, with the Day of the Dead fast approaching, the country takes on a particular ambience.
Flowers of cempasuchil (marigolds or “flower of the dead”), sugar (and chocolate!) skulls, pan de muerto (bread of the dead #nomnom)… There are too many things to name which make this month simply just special.
So I will do my best to snap around the vibrancy and traditions of el Día de los Muertos (the Day of the Dead). I leave you here with a picture of a danzante (a dancer), which I took two years ago (roughly) to date. Slightly macabre perhaps, but also an exemplification of our relationship with death- one of respect yes, but also one filled with humour and play.