It’s Sunday in Chichicastenango: the church steps bloom into a market of color and devotion. Vendors, visitors, and prayers mingle over flowers and pure emotion. I sat quietly on the steps among the Maya, surrounded by drifting smoke, vivid petals, and whispered prayers. With only a 35mm lens, I had to stay close — close enough to feel the breath of the ritual without breaking its spell. Around me, the chaos of the market faded into the background, as if the steps existed in a world of their own — timeless, sacred, and completely still. The moment moved through me, and I let it imprint itself through the frame.
Chichicastenango, Guatemala 2025.
