1979 | Tijuana, Baja California
I had been back from a long road trip down the length of Mexico for a few months, and I really began missing the place. Nothing was in the way though, from my home in San Diego; a short trip on the light rail and a walk across the border would take me to a different country, nearby but only a little bit familar.
Around this time, the entire main street was being dug up curb to curb along with many of the sidewalks, and new services were being installed. In the peacetime rubble, for the persistent and patient shoppers, it was business almost-as-usual, but the sight of it was a special adventure for me, requiring many views and re-views over the next year.