Train Station in Guines

Patiently waiting for a train...the silence...observations...gossip amongst others...I am most intrigued by the young woman sitting with child in her arms.

Ojitos inocente

As is my custom, I walk the streets of La Habana slowly, looking forward, back...up and down. One day I entered an apartment building observing, listening quietly. I climbed the center stairs and this is what I saw...innocent eyes...I got one shot off and she was gone. I could hear her crying and next thing she pops out on the hip of her madre...