Continued from: Peyote Brujo Part 1: Having your brain hemispheres open up like a fleshy lotus and expose it’s pink insides to a shower of electrified comet sparkles is fine and good, but if you also feel

One of the desert regions in Mexico, in the state of San Luis Potosi, is considered sacred to the indigenous tribe called Huicholes. They call the region “Wiricuta” or “Huiricuta” and it’s just North of

RESIDUE OF TWILIGHT It wasn't a particularly interesting day, to say the least. Grey and nondescript. The kind of day that you feel like wasting, but you know it's never a good idea to waste any day you're

I just remembered the name of an eccentric, bohemian woman I met in Palenque, Mexico many years ago. Her name was Hilda and she was the person who told me about the mystical place called Huautla de Jimenez

The Reluctant Curandero - Part 3 (Conclusion) (Continued from Previous Post: The Reluctant Curandero - Part 2) Within a few seconds of rising up within the copal smoke I passed a thin plane, almost like

The Reluctant Curandero - Part 2 (Continued from Previous Post: The Reluctant Curandero - Part 1) There’s a small town at the foot of the mountain that you take a bus to called Teotitlan del Camino, but

The day before I was to board a bus from Austin, Texas going South… deep into Mexico… I called up a local hatter who I’d done some photographic work for, Manny Gammage, owner of Texas Hatters in Buda,

(Continued from Previous Post: The Interdimensional - Part 1) Headed back out to the scorching heat and waved goodbye to the gentlemen from the street. Walked around in a little bit of a daze after that.

There was a time while I traveled in the area of Palenque, Mexico, in the state of Chiapas, where you could stay in a small, open-air hut with a thatch roof, called a “palapa” for about a dollar… hang

The place I’ve stayed in Merida is called Casa Bowen. It’s this sort of beautiful, but crumbling old place that I’m guessing used to be a residence. I’ll attach 6 more photos of this odd place at the end

Not long ago my sweetie and I were in Las Vegas for my birthday. There’s no other way to describe Las Vegas in August other than brutally hot. Though, somehow I always end up loving the time spent on the

Wow! I can’t believe all of this time has got away from me. And, it’s strange how you can have certain plans and just watch them kind of dissolve away. Not so much in a bad way, but how the mind can just

‪Charting Depths - a slow and slippery descent into desperate distraction...‬

Sticky, Abstract, Colorful & Gooey... preserved likely for eons... my "DNA" signature © 2018 Skip Hunt

I have to admit, when I first read about KodakCoin, and how Kodak was going to somehow use blockchain as a method to protect usage rights of photographers... I was pretty excited. Granted, my actual knowledge

"Heroine" Digital painting mixed with photography. © 2018 Skip Hunt Source image made on the beach in Progreso, Mexico Chaos had ensued for what felt like an eternity. They kept their heads down

"Magic Bubbles" Digital painting mixed with photography. © 2018 Skip Hunt Source image made on the street in Hunucma, Mexico On the tail-end of twilight within the dark forest, I came upon a

"Altrusian" Digital painting mixed with photography. © 2018 Skip Hunt Source image made on the street in Yucalpeten, Mexico Delirious from the heat, at first we thought it was some kind of mirage.

"Echoes" Digital painting mixed with photography. © 2018 Skip Hunt Source image made on the street in Merida, Mexico Often wonder if there is something left behind in this world, after a soul

"Surrender" Digital painting mixed with photography. © 2018 Skip Hunt Source image made on the street in Merida, Mexico Tattered and blown from every side, she managed it all so well... until