Before I left for Cuba I wrote about the possibility of not taking pictures, recalling how a trip I took with a written journal created more vivid memories, and concerned that trying to capture everything I saw would actually distract me from ‘seeing.”

But I did take pictures, and it made me realize how much I enjoy photography. I imagine the final composition when I look at a scene. I like looking in the opposite direction of what I am being shown, or off to the side, for intriguing shapes and colors. I have much to learn, especially about editing, but I now realize how important it is to me to pursue this art form.

The picture below is the view from a window in the dining room where we ate many of our meals together. I was attracted by the brilliant colors, which are unedited.

The next shot was taken while touring Fusterlandia. I have many pictures of the mosaics throughout the community, but this one was taken looking away from Fuster’s house.

Finally, and I am indebted to Ingrid for looking out the window as we were climbing the stairs in the Museo Nacional de Bella Artes, here is one of my favorite pictures from Havana, the driver of one of the ubiquitous classic American cars in a quiet moment, intent on his cell phone.

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