An homenaje to all things wondrous and wild this time of year in our corner of the world --loosely inspired by the folktale of the disobedient young lady seduced by the devil at a community dance. Here, the Lord Mictlán's appearance transcends the centuries. Adorning his skull face is the long hair of a warrior under a classic fedora hat. He is sporting a blood-red pachuco suit.
The backdrop is the iconic historical shrine, El Tiradito (The Castaway), often regarded as the heartbeat of Tucson, decorated for El Dia de los Muertos. It is meant to be a dance of male and female magnetism as one of the many primal energies associated with this time of year.
Ancient Aztec gods and goddesses rule the moon, pulling the two closer in their embrace. La Virgen de Guadalupe too, looks on -- gtom a ball cap that could have been left by a thankful border-crosser. Nuestra Señora is everywhere all the time here in the Borderlands.
As an afterthought, I added a curious little dog, following the couple's trail of marigold petals.