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sun stripes and side eye
Moving on now, after what seems like a really long run of Cuban images.
This was at the Library of Congress on a sunny morning.
The man at the information desk at the entry told me that the second floor was the “grandest room in the District,” a comment I took as hyperbole. Until we walked upstairs. The room is covered with tiny mosaic tiles, some of which are gold and caught the light in a way that made the whole place just glow.
Library of Congress
Washington, DC
photographed 11.22.2022
PS: Today starts my 15th year of posting daily photos. It started out to be a one-year “let’s see what happens” sort of deal; I had no idea THIS is what would happen – that I’d still be doing it, that I would have posted over 5,000 images, that I’d start to think of myself as a Photographer. I guess it shows the power of trusting the process, even if you’re not sure what the process even is.
at the religion store
I stepped into this little shop – next to the boxing gym and across the street from a church (Gimnasia de Boxeo Rafael Trejo and Hermandad de la Santísima Trinidad, if you’re keeping up with stuff like that) – because I spotted that sequined hat (?). The interior of the store was dark and it seemed like the hat (?) had stolen all the light for itself., leaving all the other religious artifacts to fend for themselves.
Or maybe I was having a heat stroke.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.11.2022
my impression
Remember the laundry that was hanging out to dry inside an old building?
Here’s a much less literal interpretation of it – sometimes I like wandering away from my usual just-the-facts-ma’am approach and getting a little more impressionistic or artistic (or blurry!). But don’t worry: tomorrow we’ll be back in territory that’ll be a little more familiar.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022
the observer
I don’t know a single thing about training to become a boxer, but I can tell you that this young man spent the entire workout here and didn’t spar with any of the other men at the gym, which gave me the impression that perhaps he was just starting out.
But the actual, real reason I made this photo is that the woman watching him had an uncanny resemblance to my late mother-in-law. (And if it had been my mother-in-law, she would have offered plenty of advice to that young boxer. If you know what I mean.)
Gimnasia de Boxeo Rafael Trejo
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.11.2022
pray to god
An interior view of a mostly-vacant tomb at the gigantic cemetery in Havana. Both of the tombstones say “rogao a dios” – I pray to God.
Here’s the thing I’m wondering about: why do you suppose the tombstones are in Spanish, except for the “R.I.P.” on each of them? Because that’s an English term that translates into Spanish as “que descanse en paz.” Has “R.I.P.” transcended its English words and become a commonly understood shorthand?
Necrópolis Cristóbal Colón
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.11.2022
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