Happy People
I insist that photographers should not be the center of attention at events; we should not overshadow the occasion. However, from time to time, things happen—like what happened to me in Cartago—and the truth is, these moments are a real joy.
Policía montada en la Sabana
Perhaps the only place where mounted police can still be seen is at La Sabana Metropolitan Park—a 72-hectare area managed by ICODER. When I have some spare time and need to clear my head, it’s possible that I head to La Sabana. It’s a pleasant space with open skies, something different from what is commonly seen in the city.
Reforesting La Sabana with endomic trees
Metropolitan Park La Sabana is one of the main green lungs of the capital city. Seventy-two hectares of trees, sports areas, a lake, and the National Stadium
Monument to coffee
Next to the Central Bank of Costa Rica stands the Coffee Monument. I admit that I have never really paid much attention to this fountain; I know its name and whenever I pass by it, I see people sitting there. However, I do not know its history or origin.
A Tango nigth
San José is full of activities if you know where to look—concerts, recitals, dances, movies, and theater. The city offers options for all tastes; you just have to know where to find them.
La Plaza de la Cultura a play time fountain
he Plaza de la Cultura is a landmark in San José. As I understand it, the project began in 1973 following the declaration of the National Theatre—located next door—as a National Monument.
The Change of Attire of the Virgen de los Ángeles
The change of attire for the Virgen de los Ángeles stands as one of the most emblematic rituals within Costa Rican celebratory culture.
We feed the generations of the countries that have run down their Oxygen quota
Rubén Centeno started the public transportation company in Amubri, Bribri, Talamanca 35 years ago. He is an Indigenous man from the Bribri community in Costa Rica. Extremely well-spoken. One of his passions is to promote Talamanca and the Bribris.
Crime and punishment eternal in a corner.
An elderly woman who for years made one of the doors of the central market her lottery-selling corner. Perhaps she arrived there before many other vendors, managing to nestle herself in a high-traffic area with guaranteed sales. I imagine her daily ritual
Victor from la Feria de Zapote
This is Victor, farmer and salesman at Zapote Farmers Market. He knew me. Before I was able to know him. For as long as I can remember he has been a recurring face at the Zapote Farmer’s Market.
