Ukuleles.  More and more, it seems like they’re here to stay.  By “here,” I mean the United States, Canada, Japan, and everywhere else outside of Hawaii where the little instrument has lodged itself deep within its host body, impossible to safely extract.

Two extraordinary photography shows being displayed concurrently this month showcase works by of the late John Frost, a prolific artist and long-time resident of Jocotepec.

Every summer, Loretta Downs raises Monarch butterflies from eggs found in her Chicago garden. She uses their mysterious stages of metamorphosis as a metaphor for the miraculous cycle of life.

Casa Cem, advantageously perched at the corner of Chapultepec and Guadalupe Zuno, has been a seminal force for environmental protection in Guadalajara for over a decade.

Drinking shots of vodka must have been how guests kept warm during a Christmas Eve dinner on a sub-zero winter’s night in the Ukraine.

Guadalajara-born Guillermo del Toro – a member of that triumviate of Mexican film directors that has stunned the globe in recent years by soaring above the predictable artistic niches of movie industries both north and south of the border – has put another jewel in the corona of the “Tres Amigos.”