A year has passed since I started this blog, since then, not much has changed, I’m still looking for that photography-journey that gives my life a little bit more of justification. Desert racing is my home where my camera shines and my heart feels at peace. Oh! also apparently I’m saying stuff that I’m not suppose to say, I don’t know what was it but feel free to read my posts to see if I did in fact share something that isn’t true.
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E. Araiza
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Loreto is in danger, sign the petition…
While I spent a few days after NORRA at Loreto town, I took some photos that shows why we shouldn’t bring big cruiseships so far into the Mar of Cortes. Sign the petition…
Se busca: Mack Johnson 2 - Electric bogaloo NORRA ‘26
Like a weird deja vu, my ‘26 NORRA’s photo essay “Se Busca: Mack Johnson 2 Electric Bogaloo” shows a story of desert racing romance surrounded by the Baja desert, From Ensenada to Los Cabos and everything in between.
Between the Pacific and dusty roads.
I went to check out a rally-esque race in Punta Colonet, and what I bring back, besides the photos, is the conclusion that we need more rally-oriented races in Baja.
King of the hammers, the photo journey.
To take a photograph at King of the Hammers is putting one’s head, one’s eye, ones’s heart and one’s knees on the same axis.