People
Many of the Maya portraits which follow already hang on the cement block, adobe, bajareque (waddle-and-daub), and cane walls of their subjects´ homes. When a photo turns out quite well, as I believe these have, I give the subject of that photo a framed enlargement. Up until now, I have contented myself that, while my photos aren’t in any homes in the U.S. or Europe, thousands of humble households throughout the mountainsides and along the shores of Lake Atitlán do display them. Now I would like to share my photos of the Maya with a greater audience.
Within the Department of Sololá these days is a deepening sense of despair, defeat, and desperation. As things stand today, Guatemalans in general and the Maya in particular need help. In the event things get worse, however, I would have wanted you to have seen my photos. These are people who deserve our respect, admiration, and compassion. Therefore, if you ever have the opportunity to do something for the Maya, do so. They have been a little down on their luck for the past five centuries.
Maya Women
What you will notice about my photography and its recurring themes is that they are enormously female-centered. For that I don´t apologize, nor make excuse. For one thing, most Maya men wear American clothing. In every other aspect of life, as well, it is the women who preserve the traditions.
I am captivated by the warmth of the Maya mother for her children, her ability to carry far more than her own weight of firewood or coffee on her back, and her ability to do two or three things at once. Following, you will see women of more than just remarkable warmth, character, and work ethic, as if that´s not enough. You will see women, young and old, of world-class beauty and bearing as well. When the real photographers around the lake tell me how much more they know than I do, I say, “I know, but I have better models.”
This man from Pacoxom Nahualá wears the clothing of Nahualá, however, the bag (morral) he carries is mine and from Sololá.
Head-wraps like this lady from Santa Cruz la Laguna wears have various names, but in Santa Cruz, they call them listones.
Self-portrait with Clara and Clara, Jaibalito. However, look at the cheap point-and-shoot camera I used that day.
Nothing happened to her house, however 300 others fell the afternoon of May 29th, 2010 in Pixabaj, Sololá. Pixabaj. Although the Torment Agatha trashed entire sections of the town, no one died.
Farmer cleaning milpa in Sector Buena Vista, Peña Blanca. However, he also sells used electronics in the market of San Lucas to survive.
These girls are from Chui Cumez I, Concepción, but their mother comes from Santiago Atitlán. Therefore, they wear huipiles of Atitlán.
Woman leaving temazcal (steam bath), Chui Solís. A temazcal isn´t always this big, but in rural areas of Concepción they are enormous.
Woman from Chui Solís with drying corn. Although the corn harveat is meager, the quality and variety of highland Guatemalan corn is superior to my Illinois variety.
He´s been married for many years, but this man from Patzutzún, Concepción still loves his girl to death.
In major towns cement block construction replaces more rustic forms of housing. However, in the hinterland, such as in Patzutzún, Concepción, much adobe and bajareque housing persists.
This young girl is happy to live in the Victoria, San Andrés Semetabaj. A few weeks earlier, however, she had seen the complete destruction of her birth place Panimaché Tercero, Chichicastenango at the hands of Tropical Storm Agatha.
Emily with her grand-father Evaristo Rosales in Panajachel. Her own father, Evaristo, however, died of diabetes complicated by alcohol use. He was a famous Maya priest and alcohol was therfore an occupational hazard.
Not everyone looks back at my camera. However, most do, including this cooperative and photogenic turkey in Santa Catarina Palopó
Don Gaspar carrying cane, to his house in Santa Catarina Palopó. Before, they constructed many homes of cane, but today cane´s use is mostly for fencing.
Aguas Escondidas is an aldea of San Antonio Palopó, but culturally it is equally related to San Lucas and to Patzún, Chimaltenango.
This family from Tzancorral, San Antonio Palopó is united but hopelessly poor. Most men from Tzancorral have emigrated to Santa Barbara California forced out by economic necessity
This section of Colonia San Gregorio, San Lucas Tolimán suffered heavy losses with the Torment Agatha in 2010, and therfore this house no longer exists.
Mostly Luqueños worked on the finca Pampojilá. However, this woman from Joyabaj, El Quiché (called a Xoya) was the exception.
These sisters Jesusa and Juana Choac lived in Colonia Pampojilá, San Lucas Tolimán but are now deceased.
The folks from Pampojilá came from San Andrés Semetabaj across the Lake. They came to the coffee finca Pampojilá a few generations ago with the original owner Manuel Diaz to work and live on the finca. The older sister Jesusa (left) cognizant of her heritage, thus wears a huipil (blouse) from San Andres.