Dia de Muertos
Smoke from incense and ceremonial candles filled the sky as the masked figures began to appear. The atmosphere felt chaotic with the sounds of drums bellowing amongst the crowds. As the parade began to pick up pace I found myself being carried throughout dimly lit neighbourhoods in the heart of San Francisco’s Mission district.
I had to move quickly, constantly looking over my shoulder for an opening. The parade was fast paced and left little time to frame a shot. The result — a ghost like capture that pays homage to the deceased ancestors for which the festival is celebrating.
‘The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.’ — Marcus Tullius Cicero