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estefanía in a doorway
Seventy hundred twenty six days.
That’s how long it was between when I first spoke to photographer and tour leader Don Toothaker (whom I barely knew at the time) about his Cuba trip and when Don and I and the rest of our group arrived in Havana earlier this month. I am sure you can easily do the mental math and realize that the pandemic was the cause of that really long gap.
However: it was completely worth that wait.
And this begins a series, in a random order, of the things I photographed. This is Estafanía, a ballet dancer who posed for us in the streets of Havana.
I took notes* during that long-ago phone call with Don, and now I see that I wrote down he promised me that I would “see parts of Cuba that people don’t usually go to” and he stressed that human element would be a vital part of every day’s shooting.
He was not wrong on either point.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.6.2022
*Yeah. I take notes. Keep that in mind if we every talk on the phone…
fish steps
Where I live, fish is sold from glassed-in cases in the grocery store. It smells really fishy when you walk by, and if I am being honest, I generally hold my breath.
At the market in Boston, one of the places you can get fish is from this below-street-level spot, where carefully-arranged fish are in an open-air display that uses the concrete steps to hold everything up.
It looks interesting. And it’s not even smelly.
Haymarket
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
red is a color that fades easily
Those curtains tell the story of how the color red fades a lot faster than other colors.
(If you want to know the science – it’s something to do with red objects reflecting red light, but at the same time absorbing short-wavelength light) – you can read this explanation. But otherwise you can look at this photo and know it’s the truth.)
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
it was moving day
Here’s a thing: if you live in an apartment in Boston there’s a real good chance you moved into it on September 1. (Read this stuff if you want more information.)
The weekend before there was already quite a bit of moving-related activity, like these two happy guys moving a sofa to a moving truck that was right behind me. (I also *may* have followed a couple moving a futon for about 6 blocks, trying to get a good photo of them. And on a corner, I saw a coffee maker, box, and some other random stuff that was apparently there for the taking.)
The whole thing made me glad I’ve lived in the same location for this entire century, plus some. Moving seems like a hell of a lot of work.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022




