Authentic Trinidad

Trinidad, Cuba is a charmingly colorful Spanish colonial settlement founded in 1514. In 1988, UNESCO announced it as a World Heritage Site. The historic sections of town are extremely well preserved and cars are not let on the cobblestone streets. It is definitely worth a visit but rather touristy. The true essence and grit of Trinidad resides on the outskirts of town. This is where daily life seems to carry on as it has for many many years. You will be doing yourself a huge favor if you venture out of the "bubble." The greatest learning comes from pushing your comfort zone and being curious. I found the people to be wonderfully genuine and inviting. I had so many great conversations and insights that I would have missed if I didn't put myself out there.

Trinidad Framed

Taking in the sunset overlooking Trinidad, Cuba from the iconic church San Franciso de Asis. Street level, Trinidad is a bustling and vibrant town, but from above, I found a sense of tranquility and was really able to connect with the city in a simple yet poignant way. While the crowds at the top of the bell tower jockeyed for position, I took the steps two floors down and found this beautiful nook. I then patiently waited for the sun to come into the frame over the ocean in the distance.

Siesta

Clip clop. Clip clop. The omnipresent sounds along rural Cuban roads. Horse drawn taxis are among the most common means of transportation for rural Cubans. Why would people still be using this 1800s-style of transportation? When the Soviet collapse in 1991 occurred, so did Cuba's primary aid and trade ally. Cuba fell into further isolation having already tarnished relationships with the United States in 1960. Fewer and fewer cars and buses were being imported. For most, a new car was out of the equation. Government permission was required which usually was granted to the elite (cronies or those working in development and high end tourism). An old, barely functioning car would go for roughly $10,000-15,000 -- the average wage a Cuban would earn over 20-25 years. Cubans are not an insipid bunch. Instead of truculent resistance, they tapped into their unflappable resilience and decided to re-integrate horse-drawn carriages and bike taxis that didn't require fossil fuels. After gaining traction, in 2010 the government officially recognized these small, private enterprises to ameliorate the plagued transportation shortages. Today, they are ubiquitous. Remarkably, as cars continuously whiz by, the horses seem to stay focused. I was told accidents do occur and horses can be literally run into the ground with exhaustion just to make ends meet; however, many owners treat their horses well knowing they are integral to their livelihoods. Pictured here are two men taking a long siesta in the heat of the day at Playa Ancon. Tunes blasted from an antiquated radio, a few shots of aguardiente (cheap rum) were thrown back, and they bathed their horse in cool waters. We chatted, they offered me a swig of rum out of an old plastic water bottle and kindly requested me to take a seat. I happily obliged. Just another day in the life trying to get by. At least it is a wonderful setting!

Trinidad Nights

Señor, estamos cerrando." Mil disculpas! Solo una foto mas por favor!" "Sir, we are closing." "Sorry! One more photo please!" I had just come down from the top of the famous bell tower at the Iglesia y Convento de San Francisco in historic Trinidad. I was at the top taking in the sunset (which was beautiful as the fiery sun faded below the horizon on the ocean; however, it was crowded. Really crowded. I decided to head down to the lower level and enjoy a bit of the colors at dusk and have some quiet and reflective time. As soon as the sun had vanquished, everyone immediately left. They captured their sunset photos and were content. I had the place to myself. It was tranquility. The colors seemed to pop more and more. The man working at the church did his rounds to make sure everyone had left. He found me on the terrace and told me they were closing. I politely asked if I could take one last photo. He kindly obliged and the result is this. I really love the colors in this one. The ocean almost looks like a cloud or hill in the background. The blue building exudes the colonial style that represents historic Trinidad. However, beyond the pretty picture, the takeaway of this little tale is to stick around for awhile! We all rush to capture that moment, we all rush to capture that moment....we forget to slow down and be patient. Some of my favorite photos and moments of presence and self-reflection directly correlate to when I slow down, I breathe, I check-in with my senses, I observe, and I just connect with the world.

Symmetry

A man in Trinidad, Cuba pops out of his house to take a quick survey down the street as the city takes on a slower pace during the mid-afternoon scorching heat. Siestas are needed in this part of the world.

The Spirit of Cuba

The spirit of Cuba: Music. It's ubiquitous, it's full of pageantry and life, it's passion. It makes your soul smile and your body groove. Walking down the Malecón in Havana, this welcoming, albeit very drunk man blocked my path, extended his hand and exclaimed, "My frrriend! Where'd arrre youuu fdrromm?" I pridefully responded "The United States" (This is in large part because of Obama was still in office). "Welllcommmm! What'd is yourrr name?" "Ryan," I say. "Rrrryann, I will play a song for'd youuu." He quickly strums his guitar and belts out my name mixed with many fun cliche hooks. It's not going to make the Billboard charts anytime soon, but that is besides the point. It's passionate. It's drunk. It's soulful and fun. He then cordially offers me a sip out of his plastic water bottle filled with cheap rum. This is a common theme in Cuba. I happily take a few swigs. Ohh, that beautiful warm tingly feeling followed by the rancid aftertaste of cheap aguardiente rum. Yum! I take a seat, and I join in on the fun. I watch him greet numerous passerby's over the next hour. He is a smile generating machine. He gets many to dance and sing with him.

Glimpse of Cuban Life

"Fifty years of isolating Cuba had failed to promote democracy, setting us back in Latin America. That's why we restored diplomatic relations, opened the door to travel and commerce, and positioned ourselves to improve the lives of the Cuban people" -Barack Obama As we enter the final week with President Obama in charge, I want to thank him for so much. He has held the highest office with integrity, compassion and a humble brilliance. This photo symbolizes the "opened door." I was able to get a brief glimpse into Cuban life thanks to Obama's decision to lift the sanctions. This photo was taken at a school in Trinidad, Cuba. I was walking by a crumbling wall when I came across this little hole. It was maybe 8 inches long by 6 inches high. When I took a peak inside, it was a perfect framed scene of kids playing basketball during recess. For me, this photo represent so much. Clearly it's just a glance at life...I do not pretend to command expertise on Cuba after my brief visit....but I did get a glimpse of what life is like....and in the end, it is a place full of abundant life and humans being humans. One of my favorite photography quotes is by Sally Mann. "Photographs open doors into the past but they also allow a look into the future." Even though many Cubans have suffered through incredible hardships and repression and much of the infrastructure is crumbling....they remain vibrant and full of life and play. Thanks in large part to Obama, many Americans like myself can now visit a place that has lived in our perceived imaginative past, and hopefully with a bit of a better understanding and restoring relations, we can look to a brighter future with Cuba. It has long been a forbidden fruit, but now we have the chance to taste it and savor in all of its complex flavors.

Abuelo

A grandfather keeps a watchful eye on his grandchildren while simultaneously engaging with passerby's on the streets of Trinidad, Cuba. An indelible image of Cuba imprinted on my mind is how people engage with the streets. The vibrant live theater, mingling, observing and soaking up life gives the cities and towns a palpable heartbeat. It just feels right. It feels human.

Share Some Rum

In Havana, I ran into a rather outgoing fellow. Mauri invited me into a famed local bar to enjoy a glass of rum with him. The bar was beautifully austere. He excitedly took me to a wall and showed me old photos of all of the famous Cuban musicians who had played at the bar and enjoyed a few drinks. He beamed with pride. I felt a true connection with Mauri and sense of nostalgia for yesteryear. We were just two guys enjoying a glass of Havana Rum. We aren't that different after all. Salud!

Cigar Break

A man in Old Havana watches the street activity as he puffs on a cigar. A classically Cuban scene.

Classic Havana

"North Americans don't understand... that our country is not just Cuba; our country is also humanity."- Fidel Castro Say what you will about Fidel Castro, but this quote rings true, especially in Havana. The city is a living and breathing theater.. It's energy, it's vibrancy, it's diversity, and nostalgic evocation are unmistakable. With every turn, you are greeted with scenes that speak to you in a visceral way. This is one of those scenes for me.

Porches

Porches are America's lost rooms. "-Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Dusk in Trinidad, Cuba. Consider this photo an ode to my southern roots or my yearning nostalgic desire. One of the most appealing aspects of Cuba, or perhaps my travels in general is the retention of community via sitting outside. Neighbors and families sit outside and chat. They laugh, they listen, they debate, they observe and they interact with passerby's. Perceptively, it taps into a powerful emotive desire. It just feels right. It feels human. Admittedly, one of the more arduous cultural norms I find about living in the United States is the lack of outward and genuine appreciation of community. Holistically speaking, we sequester ourselves behind closed doors. We don't connect with each other in the day-to-day. In my humble opinion, largely this has led to the turmoil we are seeing. We fashion bubbles, we litter our yards and front doors with no trespassing signs, we shy away from conflict, we callously attack each other on keyboards, and we take away human interaction. Don't get me wrong, social media is a wonderful platform, and it's amazing to be able to connect with my friends around the world at the snap of a finger; however, I desperately wish we would sit outside, welcome each other into our homes, share a cup of coffee, sit on the front porch and watch the world go by...and just be...to just be present and connect with each other versus ensconced behind locked doors and screens. Behind my subjectively pretty photos, there is a larger message...I hope. I hope to use my photography as tool for activism and awareness...to capture moments in time that portray the essence of what it means to be human. I welcome a healthy dialogue and would love to hear your thoughts! Thanks for engaging! I wish we could do it over a cup of coffee...but this will do!

Derelict Vibrancy

Derelict Vibrancy. An oxymoron of sorts. Upon first glance, this photo seems to be just another architectural shot from Havana, but if you look closer, notice all the various colors played out in each window, and the women with a look of ennui and exhaustion observing the daily scenes play out below. There is a derelict vibrancy, a touch of sadness with a brushstroke of panache. A simple photo with complex undertones that portray Cuban life.

Quintessential Trinidad

A classic scene played out on the streets of Trinidad Cuba.

Malecón Nights

"For centuries, Cuba's greatest resource has been its people."- Pico Iyer Just arrived home from Cuba. It's a fascinatingly complex country full of vibrancy, diversity and paradox. Yes there is extreme poverty. Yes there has been suppression of enterprise and freedoms we often take for granted. Yes there has been a violent history and sense of isolationism in a globalizing world...but it is by no means static. It is a dynamic place full of life, incredible stories of hardship and triumph..of pride yet contempt...and of extreme cultural wealth but material destitution. It would take lifetimes to tackle the myriad stories played out. I was given a snapshot and did my best to sit and talk with people, engage in everyday opportunities and observe. I will be sharing my photos and stories that I hope spark curiosity and provide a humble glimpse into a place that has been so obscured, romanticized and feared in our imaginative narratives here in the U.S. I provide no definitive truths...I had my camera, my notepad, open mind and infinite curiosity. Pictured: The Malecón in Havana, a broad seawall stretching for 5 miles constructed by the U.S. beginning in 1901 to protect from the high tides but in reality, it became a vibrant and soulful place for all Habaneros to socialize, fish, play music, drink, debate dance, play chess, people watch, be openly romantic and get some relative peace from the bustle of urban life. A quintessential heartbeat of Havana. It's pulse is palpable.. an authentic theater of the human experience. At sunset, it's particularly active with people sitting on the wall enjoying the ethereal light as the ocean takes on a beautiful violet hue, and old buildings lit by antiquated yellow lights collide with the newer glitzy blue tones and high rises in the wealthier Vedado barrio. Take a seat and stay awhile. No wifi here...just humans being human. A true gem.

American Classic

What would a gallery of Cuba be without photos of vintage American cars? Much of our perceived imagery of Cuba is of classic cars rumbling down the city streets...it's true..they are ubiquitous and quite charming. I didn't grow up in the 50's but it does provide a quasi-time portal. Nostalgic for sure. The average car on the road in the United States is around 11 years old. In Cuba....65 years old. These cars mainly exist because of the US trade embargo in 1960. New American cars have been off-limits for purchase. Also the parts. No parts for these cars are manufactured anymore and even if they were, they wouldn't have been imported into Cuba. The result, a very imaginative and industrious bunch. Throughout Cuba, you see people perpetually working on their cars. They take pride in them, and they also require constant maintenance. You basically have to be your own mechanic and be able to fashion or improvise some sort of fix when a part malfunctions. I was told a Lada, which is a really basic Russian car can go for $10-15,000 in Cuba whereas these old American cars are virtually rendered worthless based on their hodgepodge of cumulative often homemade parts. Lada's run "forever" and parts are easy to find. It is hard to imagine a Cuba without these American classics. They are woven into the cultural fabric of our imagination.

Fidel Doppelganger

“Enough of selfishness. Enough of schemes of domination. Enough of insensitivity, irresponsibility and deceit. Tomorrow will be too late to do what we should have done a long time ago.”- Fidel Castro An excerpt from a rousing speech given by Castro in Rio at the U.N. Earth Summit. Cuba remains a paradox for me. Fidel carried with him an incredibly ruthless and violent past; however, he spoke about bettering humanity in terms akin to above. He was brilliant yet repressive. He was a revolutionary but a totalitarian. He drastically improved literacy rates, access to healthcare and illuminated many issues surrounding social justice. He also spearheaded many brutal executions, suppressed free speech and supported many subversive violent movements in Latin America. Pictured here, is a man I found on the streets that could be considered a Fidel doppelganger. He sat next to me, and we spoke for just a minute. He was terse, gritty and straightforward. He proudly stated, "Hasta Siempre Fidel." (Until Always Fidel). My opinion, it's complicated. The truth matters, knowledge is power, studying history is advantageous to progress. Pertinent to our simmering situation here in the United States; the President should take note. He'd greatly benefit from studying the complicated histories to make informed decisions.

Checking In

A man walking down the streets in Trinidad, Cuba checks in on the neighborhood remodeling project. In my time in Cuba, I have seen many restoration projects start to take place on some of the historically beautiful but dilapidated buildings.

Viñales Valley Sunset

Sunset overlooking the famed mogotes (dome shaped limestone outcroppings) of Viñales Valley. This region about 2.5 hours west of Havana is often cited as Cuba's most alluring landscape. It's famed for its tobacco that produces some of the finest cigars.. Moreover, the soil is fertile and climate conducive to growing many other fruits, sugarcane, coffee and raising livestock. A certain sense of authenticity is found here even with the inundation of tourists. Life tends to move at a slower pace; animals are still the primary means for cultivating farmland and the rural homes are rather rustic.