My first day as I wander the streets I struggle with getting my first shot. The streets are narrow, people are closed and the heat will take you down. It’s very apparent tourists have hit this hood hard, so I put my camera on my back and walk. Not sure where the heck I am going, but I do know that I am not going to stick my camera in someone’s face. Actually, I don’t really stick my camera in peoples face anyway, I always start with a nod, one with an attitude of course. The kind where you kick your chin up, no smile, just a serious look I give. Then when we make eye contact I smile. I like to build a relationship, a dance if you will. It’s all in the eyes because as you might guess I don’t speak the language.
Cuba includes Yank Tanks, laundry from the window line and a mosaic of buildings. I do believe the spaghetti of wires are holding the crumbling buildings together.
Yank Tanks – The classics of 1950’s – Fords, Buicks and Pontiacs a collectors dream. The present estimation is there are 60,000 of them still driving on the roads today. Some beautifully restored and others falling apart.
This post was written by Jodie Willard