Really Mad Cows, Tizimin Mexico

For about a month, my brother Mark and I lived down wind from a slaughterhouse in Tizimin Mexico. In the afternoon it was best to stay inside and try not to breath. I spent a day photographing the slaughter. It was a job, the workers inside were jovial except for the two guys who spent eight hours a day killing the cows before they were skinned and cut up. Those guys were scary, they worked in silence, and you stayed away from them. These heads were bound for the taco stand street vendors in Mexico City.