I only have a few images up in my house; I like to keep my walls uncluttered with yesterday’s images and ready for tomorrow’s, I suppose… ….but this one is up in my bedroom to remind me of how I felt the first time I glimpsed the little temple at the end of the path in the humid jungle air of Palenque. It feels like you can see past eons and epochs as your eyes peel back the layers, every step of the way. Built during the time of the great Pacal, this structure has seen over twelve centuries trek by, one of the oldest extant buildings in the Western Hemisphere. You can feel the ancient Mayans lurking in the shadows behind walls and trees, (only to find that it’s just the locals….35-40 generations later….)….