Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Dining.

Dining cart.
Copper Canyon railway, Mexico. This was after we'd been at a standstill for two hours, while security personnel with machine guns walked through the carriages and we thought we may have been about to be overrun by Mexican outlaws.

Mission.

Inside.
Patterns inside a mission near Creel, Mexico.

Home-tel.

Set.
Our room in a house/hotel in El Fuerte, run by the friendliest Mexican man and his wife. A lizard had just run underneath the wardrobe on the right.

El Fuerte, Mexico.

Storm twilight.
A thunderstorm approaches.