Sunday in Costa Rica

Sundays in San Jose, Costa Rica are quiet. many stores are closed and the streets are not so congested. I suppose that is to be expected from a Spanish-speaking Catholic country. Most places locals told me to visit were closed. Still, life continues, and life occurs. In the parks, the sidewalks, people are still engaging in activities. These are some of the moments of life I captured in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica.

Under the dome in Parque Nacional, locals relax. Some also practice their performances.



Love is everywhere.

Perenial Romance and momentary sadness



Behind the Woods



A couple embrace for an extended moment in front of the National Museum.




Across the ground from the National Museum are stalls selling various arts, crafts and souvenirs. Here you’ll find leather goods, hammocks, various wood carved products and whatever knick knacks Costa Rica has to offer.





I came across a demolished home and thought it might make for some interesting photos.




A glass sits in the sink as if still waiting to be washed. A dilapidated door opens to the back yard.






This is Daniel. He said “HEY MAN! Take my picture”. His english bad, my Spanish was terrible, but we still had a conversation. He shared with me quite the unfortunate story. His mother had passed away the day before and that him and his 12 siblings don’t get along. The cynical side of me thinks his story was to garner pity – he did ask me for help and some money after. The human side of me hopes he’ll make it through.




A skateboarder performs a massive drop. This one in particular was not successful. After a few shots I decided to put my camera away and just watch. He eventually made it, and all his friends exuberantly congratulated him. He’ll be getting a copy of this photo in his email.




Buried Deep. A man reads with his face only an inch away from the book.