Lila Campbell Photography

02/06/2026

Full moon power resonating this week in all
Its splendor and timing and in the spirit of ‘you never know what
is coming around the next corner’.

Beauty and majesty and impressive devotion in these indigenous people who show up and dance for hours and hours through the streets, not for spectacle but they sure draw that as well.

One of the most awesome magnificent costume displays you could ever see , one by one coming at you.

Another wonderful thing about Mexico - beautiful traditions , this one 400 years old.

25/05/2026

Where my boots took me this week….. divided by 100+!

30/03/2026

Mas cool scenes and moments this week…

10/09/2025

Blood Moon Eclipse to remember♥️♠️🔓

10/09/2025

Remains of the day🫆🌵🌕

25/07/2025

Campbell

One of my favorite photos and moments embedded in me.
I hung out with these kids (and about 10 more) all day. Happiest kids I’ve ever experienced (and I’ve experienced a lot of happy kids 🙂) full of animated joy.

The whole village of kids shared one toy that was made out of a milk carton and a broomstick, and some string and bottle caps for wheels to make a push along truck. They would take turns having their day to enjoy the toy and they could say whether they shared it or not. A system that worked remarkably smoothly.
Low expectations can equal even higher excitement and teach patience.

They wore ripped up filthy-looking clothes discarded by wealthy American kids three or four times over. 
They didn’t fight, except for to compete to get to hold your hand first. My little girl named Sharifa won early on and made sure she kept her position solid while the rest were clamoring to stake a claim on my other hand, settling for just holding onto a part of my welcoming hand or arm.

I will never in my life forget one of those faces and the personalities that went with each whether I took photos or not.

And, when I think about specific sensations/sensory experiences in my whole life, the way her hand felt in mine is always stand out. I can feel it now.

I keep in touch with these kids and want to see them again one day and want to feel Sharifa’s hand in mine again.

I get a kick out of this photo every time it comes around. And I’ll find more to post here, including Sharifa’s sweet coy smile flashing at me, with our mutual understanding of an unusual bond.

This whole little rough dirt patch of road near Five Volcanoes Mtn in Kigali, Rwanda with farming on both sides and and a matriarch, grandmother pounding a hammer to cut stones on the side of the road, lean-to’s as “housing” for every family member to have a spot on the dirt floor with no running water or electricity.

And the kids working the land too, but also playing and going to church and singing their hearts out to God. With gratitude for a “all that they have.” Ahhh, Africa …. I can breathe it into my memory.
Salud, kids🤍

23/07/2025

14/07/2025

One of my favorite photos and moments embedded in me.
I hung out with these kids (and about 10 more) all day. Happiest kids I’ve ever experienced (and I’ve experienced a lot of happy kids 🙂) full of animated joy.

The whole village of kids shared one toy that was made out of a milk carton and a broomstick, and some string and bottle caps for wheels to make a push along truck. They would take turns having their day to enjoy the toy and they could say whether they shared it or not. A system that worked remarkably smoothly.
Low expectations can equal even higher excitement and teach patience.

They wore ripped up filthy-looking clothes discarded by wealthy American kids three or four times over. 
They didn’t fight, except for to compete to get to hold your hand first. My little girl named Sharifa won early on and made sure she kept her position solid while the rest were clamoring to stake a claim on my other hand, settling for just holding onto a part of my welcoming hand or arm.

I will never in my life forget one of those faces and the personalities that went with each whether I took photos or not.

And, when I think about specific sensations/sensory experiences in my whole life, the way her hand felt in mine is always stand out. I can feel it now.

I keep in touch with these kids and want to see them again one day and want to feel Sharifa’s hand in mine again.

I get a kick out of this photo every time it comes around. And I’ll find more to post here, including Sharifa’s sweet coy smile flashing at me, with our mutual understanding of an unusual bond.

This whole little rough dirt patch of road near Five Volcanoes Mtn in Kigali, Rwanda with farming on both sides and and a matriarch, grandmother pounding a hammer to cut stones on the side of the road, lean-to’s as “housing” for every family member to have a spot on the dirt floor with no running water or electricity.

And the kids working the land too, but also playing and going to church and singing their hearts out to God. With gratitude for a “all that they have.” Ahhh, Africa …. I can breathe it into my memory.
Salud, kids🤍

06/07/2025

26/08/2024

One solid God creation and photo magnet por mi!
I swear each one has its own personality and they interact behind my back 😉
Birds of Paradise, my favorite Mexican flower.
(Thank you, Socorro !!).