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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
transportation options
It is true that are old cars in Cuba.
There are other transportation options too, like newer cars, or horse-drawn carts, or pedi-cabs, or motorbikes, or buses. Or this bicycle built for, well, three, rolling down Avenida San Carlos in central Cienfuegos.
Cienfuegos, Cuba
photographed 11.9.2022
