Postcards are shared love in a moment from somewhere else, uniting souls from afar.
My name, Todd, originated from Middle English meaning fox, or el zorro in Spanish. Both inspire a curious and cunning spirit that I hope to capture in these notes.
Mexico, November 2017
I wonder what the Mexicas would say. When the mystical coded message from Huitzilopotchli aligned as a keystone and their dutiful wandering concluded in faithful triumph of coincidence on a marshy lake equally as lost in the high desert, just beyond the moisture of the tropics, they built their new empire.
Mexico, September 2017
We ascend from the arid toward the sky. From the Oaxacan plazas and limestone walls, where sleek suits and woven textile skirts shuffle together in the dusty light, in the happenstance chatter, circling the sizzling comals (large round cooking surface) poised at the intersections of the colonial grid.
