Just a short one weeker in the mountains of Mexico looking for the best molé and mezcal we could find. Our plan was to go out of the city and back in the hills to find it.
It seems though there was this silly notion that one's passport needs to be valid. Mine it turned out was not…. by one month. Didn't see that one coming at all.
Man behind the counter said "Nope, you're not coming into Mexico."
So we did a re-group and booked a flight to somewhere domestic. Spent the week soaking in natural hot springs deep in the forest, getting snowed upon, hiking, hiking and hiking and having drinks in dive bars (ok, that last one I like to do).
Passport requirements.
Head…inch, inch and three eighths
plain background
full face view with a neutral expression
Dusted off the view camera, pulled the Polaroid from the fridge where it's been hibernating since 2001 and shot my own passport picture.
Took two exposures to get the right exposure. I was the type that never used a light meter. I could usually nail it after a couple of polaroids.
I'm assuming you know that the image is upside down in a view camera's viewfinder.
As neutral as I can be.
No Mezcal is made in these mountains.
Passing through one of many Native American reservations we stop in at the Silver Dollar.
We asked why it was called the Silver Dollar because there wasn't a silver dollar in sight. The owner's daughter who happened to be there said they were glued all over the floor over there…she pointed…but we just put on a new floor over top of them. Seemed strange to us not have them visible.
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