My Reflection obsession began the summer of '24. I found myself in one of the most inner reflective times in my life and I found reflections catching my eye...all around me. some obscure and demanding deeper attention, and some obvious...Parallel to my own journey.
Through a bout of the flu with a 104 temperature, I could barely look up when I was walking my pup. Not sure if I was hallucinating when I was looking at patterns on the sidewalk, I started to snap pictures. And I have been amazed by the beauty and sometimes creepiness at my feet..The new Rorschach test.....
There are clouds and then there are CLOUDS.. Fluffy, Sculptural, Mysterious, Moving. Always posed for interpretation. A story passing by..Unfolding into something new, time and time again. Sometimes just disappearing. Sometimes turning into a powerful show. Always a conversation.
A trip of a life time that happened almost as an afterthought...whole other story.. Everything about Cuba screamed of authentic culture and history. Nothing erased, Some being taken back by the land as structures decay...But the colors and the people and the art, and the incredible architecture, and the theater ...of course the vintage c
A trip of a life time that happened almost as an afterthought...whole other story.. Everything about Cuba screamed of authentic culture and history. Nothing erased, Some being taken back by the land as structures decay...But the colors and the people and the art, and the incredible architecture, and the theater ...of course the vintage cars...It lives vibrantly on..All the way through death and burial...not to be ignored as you walk through the Havana cemetery. ...doubling as an incredible sculptural garden. A remarkable city.
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