Waiting for GOaxaca

In Mexico, I became fascinated with the image of people waiting. Whether they were waiting for a bus to pass, a loved one to come for them or simply watching the road expecting something to happen. In this case, my brother and I were leaving Oaxaca City and this lady could have been waiting for anyone or anything. But her slant caught my attention. All I could hope for as the driver of a moving vehicle was that she eventually saw what she was waiting for in Oaxaca.