Thirteen years ago I took a vacation with my kids, sister and niece in a place called Sayulita, Mexico. It was pretty much a dirt road fishing village, very quaint and charming. The beach was beautiful, the townspeople very friendly, the margaritas tasty. I was just beginning to make photographs again after a fifteen-year hiatus. The children of Sayulita were willing and sweet subjects.
Tomorrow morning I am heading back to this place. From what I understand it has undergone tremendous development since 1996. I’m hoping some of the children I photographed will still be around. Well, they won’t exactly be children anymore. My plan is to try and track some of them down.
Packed in among my swimsuit and sunscreen are these old photographs. I plan to give them to their rightful owners. I hope they will let me photograph them again as teens/twenty-somethings. Bet they never thought they’d see me again, much less the picture I took of them!
These pictures, made at a time when I was searching for my stride again as a photographer, are kind of fun to rediscover. I’ll share a couple of them now; if I can find these Sayulita residents this week, I’ll post their “old” and “new” photos in upcoming posts.