Life in Havana, Cuba a Photographic Essay
Mornings in Havana, Cuba start surprisingly quiet. The March sunrise is gentle and casts long shadows on the tattered streets and layers the fronts of crumbling buildings with its supple gold color. The damp morning air is filled with soft rumblings of aging mufflers and the occasional honk of a car horn used well beyond its intended life. As nice and as welcoming as that scene was, it was only a small portion of Havana I came to love. The most important part of Havana, the soul of Cuba, is its people. I developed a deep feeling of respect for the citizens of Havana during my time there.
Most every morning when I stepped out on my sixth floor hotel balcony I heard “Amigo” from a construction worker calling out to me from the building across the street. Once I located him in the maze of scaffolding covered with plastic, we exchanged a friendly wave and morning greetings. The brief exchange was a nice way to start my day, and I found myself looking forward to it.
I found the people of Havana to be warm, friendly, open and willing to have a conversation even with the language barrier. After spending a short amount of time in Havana it became totally clear how dignified, confident and extremely proud of Cuba they are. Their passion for their country is truly touching.
As a photographer of humanity I felt compelled to capture the essence of the Cuban people. While walking the streets of Havana I let my heart guide my lens to capture their passion for life, their optimism and their contagious spirit. By doing so I’m hopeful I can bring people of different cultures together to create harmony and understanding. These particular images were carefully selected to show the character and everyday life of the Cuban people.
I think often now about my early morning construction worker friend. He was a total stranger who I never had the pleasure of meeting or of shaking his hand. He greeted me in the morning for no other reason but to be friendly. Without even meeting him I know how proud he is of his work and his country. I’m also confident he would be as proud of this collection of heartfelt photographs as I am.
In honor of my unknown construction worker friend and all the fine people of Havana, Cuba it’s my privilege to share these images: “Life in Havana, Cuba a Photographic Essay.”
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