The museum's sign stands in the sun beneath its woven green canopy.
An elder in a beaded headband speaks, hands folded at his chest.A man unfurls a banner painted with the Maya calendar among the trees.
A painted clay vessel rests among yellow blossoms and purple flowers.
A man in white kneels to arrange leaves around the offering.A clay censer swings from a cord, trailing smoke.
Two men in white hold the offerings as one reaches up into the branches.
A man raises one hand to the sky and sounds the conch shell.Conch in hand, he lifts his arm toward the canopy.
The conch shells sound together as the ceremony opens in the forest.
A woman in white blows the conch, head tipped back.Two conch shells sound at once in the red dusk of the forest.
A woman in white cradles a spiral shell in both hands, eyes lowered.
A yellow church bell tower rises beyond a heap of old stones.Straight down from the sky, rooftops and courtyards line a quiet street.
From above, the stepped ruins of a pyramid sit in the middle of town, the yellow church just beyond.
A man pushes a wheelbarrow of seedlings past a dog napping in the shade.A young man climbs a ladder to rig the shade frame over the nursery.
Under the shade frame, the crew fills black bags with soil for the seedlings.
Another load of potted seedlings rolls through in a green wheelbarrow.An elder in white and a straw hat walks up to the forest altar, a censer in hand.
He crouches to tend the fire before the ceremony begins.
He blows on the smoldering branch to wake the flame.Flame catches beneath him as he blows on the branch.
His hand rests on a slender trunk, the white of his clothes bright against the forest.
Smoke rises from the clay censer as he holds it out.Framed by a stone doorway, the elder kneels at the altar while a child watches.
Visitors raise their arms in the forest as the elder leads the ceremony.
The elder grins from behind the wheel of a white pickup.Crafts, feathers, drawings and a certificate crowd a classroom wall.
Students laugh around a table beneath a painted tree covered in photos.
Students bend over their notebooks under the painted tree.Students take notes beneath a thatched roof hung with bags and papers.
A man rests his hand on a pale trunk and looks up into the forest.
A woman in an embroidered blouse stands among the raised garden beds.She tips her head back and laughs in the garden.
Still laughing, she looks up past the palm trunk.
She stands smiling in the dry scrub as the light fades.She works the dough in a wooden bowl on the kitchen counter.
She lifts the dough high and lets it stretch.
A dirt road disappears into the dry forest at dusk.An old chimney stands against a blazing sunset over the rooftops.
A young tree stands knee high beside a farmer's boots in the milpa.
He crouches to check a sapling he planted.Machete in hand, he clears the ground around the young trees.
Young trees stand in rows across the cleared field under a bright sky.
A weathered hand holds out a plate of meat fresh from the fire.Ears of corn hang to dry in the rafters of a thatched roof.
A woman stirs a pot over an open fire in the thatched kitchen.
Two hands scoop dried corn kernels from a bucket.Fresh tortillas cook on the comal as she presses out another.
Green light pours through a window onto the kitchen table.
A man stands at the green-lit window of his kitchen.A home altar holds the Virgin of Guadalupe, Christ and a blue cross among the flowers.
Sunlight falls across a blue-patterned bowl on the wooden table.
Two men sit in the dirt road as the sun sets behind them.From above, the flat scrub forest runs all the way to the horizon.
Sunbeams fall across the endless green and gray of the Yucatán forest.
Three men wave from the trunk of a car in the forest.The sun sets over the forest canopy, an old stone complex hidden among the trees.
Golden light spills across the forest and the ruins below.
