mexico. one hot summer morning. after a brief scouting walk up and down the 3 miles to the point and back, i almost stumbled on this little guy, sunbaked and hardened on the beach, just a bit above the high tide line. i couldn’t resist the image. it was almost calling for a shot. really, i didn’t think about it until the film was on the lightbox, then i saw it, and thought, that’s freakin’ cool. and so it was, huachinango for breakfast, weeks later. again.