Death

I was deep inside the Mexican Jungle, in Yucatan. That day, during my adventure filming this beautiful region of my favorite country, I got invited by a bunch of locals to participate in their celebration. It took place in a very humble and desolate village with no name. It took them one hour to get ready: costumes and makeup. They completely transformed themselves into the mythological creatures their ancestors used to worship. Between the Jaguar Warrior, the Eagle, and the Falcon, there stood Death. The mask was terrifying, a real skull adjusted to fit the head of someone else. The feathers all around it made it look divine.

Click. I was in awe.