Last year I spent November 1 and 2 in Patzcuaro, Michoacan. The night of the 1st Regina and I crouched in the corner of the cemetery in Janitzio velando the dead with the women of the surrounding pueblos. As dawn broke I took out my Holga and started to document what was happening around me. On the 2nd we visited the other towns and their cemeteries. Even though I had my Nikon and shot plenty with it, the images that I truly love are what came out of the Holga. Something about the rawness of the images through a plastic view finder that a digital camera doesn’t seem to be able to capture.