Xinantécatl: scorched time. My trip to seven volcanic enclaves. Lucille Wong

Santorini (584 m). Although the trip over the Aegean Sea was plagued by bad weather, it did not affect either the reason for or spirit of our journey. In fact, it was a celebratory voyage. Long-desired and for many other reasons, this trip meant visiting a land beloved for its art and culture . . .

The skin of memory. Alfonso Sánchez Arteche

With its violent eruptions, convulsions and pacification, life has a volcanic quality. Beginning with a series of sudden explosions, everything finally settles into a silent, crystallized layer at the mercy of erosion. These are the scars of time . . .