A zonkey rests after a day of eating hay, pooping in a bucket, and posing with a few tourists on the sidewalk beside Avenida Revolución in Tijuana.
Two zonkeys walk home from work.
“Barbie,” a year-old female Zonkey, at home with her human guardian, who keeps her with two other zonkeys in an alley.
On Friday, activists who installed artwork on the border fence at Playas de Tijuana returned to take down their wooden crosses, canvases, and cardboard skeletons. They’ve been hanging for as long as I’ve been in México, and probably longer. Here’s a quick snap: