A chronicle of the life of a photographer and sometime essayist.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Breakfast companions of the day
My breakfast plate about ten seconds after I got up and started to walk away.
We're in the Riviera Maya where the locals call these little guys, "qwate", that's the phonetic spelling. I looked them up and couldn't find anything. They look like a cross between a Raccoon and a Lemur and they're highly skilled at begging.