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a world behind the door
I can tell you right this minute that “faded beauty” is not always hyperbole: it is, in this case, exactly the right description.
Imagine if this place were freshly painted, if the stair railing were not half-way missing, if all those tiles on the wall matched. It wouldn’t be nearly as lovely, would it?
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.6.2022
selfie
A short story:
I saw her. And she saw me. And then I moved on.
The end.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022
portal: toward the light
If you’ve never seen a clump of photographers get excited by a puddle in the middle of a street, you may not believe me when I tell you that we spend at least a half an hour right here. There were many, many photographic possibilities and we were determined to explore every one of them.
(This will also serve as a warning to non-photographers: hanging with us is likely to cause a rapid onset of complete boredom.)
Calle Amagura
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.6.2022
juxtaposition: Melanie and everything else
This is Melanie; she spent part of the afternoon with us.
And this is a pretty good summary of what Cuba was like: beauty, old crumbly things, and people all in the same vicinity, all existing side by side.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.6.2022
if laundry can be magic
This room felt like magic. Like laundry-magic, if that’s a thing.
Bright white tablecloths, freshly laundered, were hung to dry in this room. The combination of laundry (and its wind-led dance), the stone floor (look how those tiles are laid on a diagonal with the room), a chandelier, those yellow walls, the columns: you see what I mean about magic.
I hope I never forget what it felt like to stand in this room.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022
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