Monday, September 24, 2007

On my way...


To Spain! I'll be back to posting next Monday...
Thanks to all of you that are visiting. Love to hear your comments!
Thank you...Roy

M7 Por Cotorro


There are at least 5 set of eyes watching me...this is part of the camello M7 which runs to Cotorro on the outskirts of La Habana. Camello meaning 'Camel' as a metaphor to the look of this form of transportation. It's pulled by a a semi truck...has a hump in the front followed by a dip and another hump at the other end.
Transportation is unreliable at best...quite often late...always packed and a good chance you'll be groped or robbed.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Wise words...



"Put your brain into function before putting your tongue in movement" a literal translation...




Oh how I wish I heeded these words so many times in life...




A building once stood in this location...quickly small shacks started being built. There is a tremendous lack of housing in La Habana. Most homes have several family members living together.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Icons


Icons to many...can you spot them...Charles Barkley...Che Guevara...la Cubanita...the Catholic Church...
This image was taken the first year that Fidel Castro permitted the celebration of Christmas...just prior to the Pope's visit in 1998.

Superman in La Habana


No he's not "that" Superman that we have heard about...
Walking along Avenida Montserrate in La Habana...I chanced upon this gentleman who repaired glasses...notice the collection of used frames. To his left on the wall was a page torn out from a magazine showing him in a Carnaval in the 50's dressed as Superman.
As I have noted in prior posts, everything in Cuba gets recycled and nothing is wasted...except the potential of the Cuban people.

Monday, September 17, 2007

No Hay Nada...


I love notes, signs, little messages meant for someone to read. This one " NO HAY NADA" (There is nothing) was posted on a door of a state run store. Quite often these stores sell one item and when they run out, they close shop and try to find another way to resolve their day to day struggles.


I have seen this note many times... and heard it murmured many times on the lips of a passing Cubano.


Thursday, September 13, 2007

A Cuban Portrait...Boys of Summer


Tonight my son...looking forward to his first sporting experience...soccer...in the same breath asked when he gets to play "baseball" and this image came to mind...I relate most of my day to day experiences with experiences in Cuba.
So ingrained in my memory, I can remember details, locations...the sounds, what was going on around me...I have such a sense of peace and tranquility in Cuba...I feel led by a spirit...a presence that seems to be guiding my sense of feeling...seeing with my soul.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

A Cuban Portrait...San Lazaro


On a trip to the Church of San Lazaro on the outskirts of La Habana, el Rincon...a yearly pilgrimage takes place every December to this revered place...thousands journey to this place to pay a promise made to the San Lazaro, the patron Saint of the sick.
This gentleman sat next to the entry where many crippled and physically challenged Cubans can be found begging for any change, food or offering that a visitor may give.

A Cuban Portrait...Plaza Vieja


At first I was attracted to the gesturing...slapping down of "las fichas"...the commentary..."me pegue"(the joyful, cocky voice of the player who puts his final domino piece on the table at the end of the game) but as I observed the "theater" that I love in life. I noticed this "actress" playing her role...I love the way she fixed her hair carefully bringing the curls out (reminiscent of a cupie doll) out from under her bandana...her bright eyes alert as they danced from each participants gestures...it was late in the day...

Monday, September 10, 2007

The "13 De Marzo" Incident




When I photographed this little one from the docks of "la lancha de Regla" all I could think of was those innocent children...
"... until the suspicious deaths of the innocent are clarified, there will be no light in our country, or in our justice... There is no excuse for silence, silence cannot be forgiven. Nothing justifies crime, even [if it is carried out] in the name of the Revolution. That reminds us of when people have been killed in the name of God... We are waiting for justice to act."
This is quoted from a letter sent to the Cuban Minister of Justice and the Attorney General from several Cuban attorneys. More can be read in the official Amnesty International report on this sad incident.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Home Depot in La Habana


Most Habaneros live with the reality that when a pipe is beyond repair...that the electric wires short out...a glass breaks...that it won't be easily replaced. Stores just don't carry the items necessary for home maintenance...
But when a building collapses...and after every major tropical rainstorm and hurricane there are quite a few that go down...there's a run on the "home depot"... the resourceful Cuban knows that the ruins are recyclable.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Chacon...


I first experienced Chacon in "La Bodeguita Del Medio" in 1996. He would play his "tambor" and sing a rap just whatever came to mind...as he would sing and play his tambor he would frequently slap his head in ritmo...notice that he is covered in tattoos...his entire body...from head to toe was covered in tattoos...even the inside of his bottom lip.
One day I found him at home in a small shack on a hillside in Casablanca...a small village across the Bahia De Habana...as most Cubans he invited me into his home and proudly stated "mi casa es su casa" made me some coffee...and sang...his home was simple...no electricity...dirt floor...open windows...I felt at home...at peace.
He sits at the feet of the Santera Saints playing his "tambor".
He passed away in 2003...truly missed.