While walking the streets of Havana, I picked up on what I wondered if my travel partners didn’t see or chose not to discuss. I could see things I didn’t during my first trip to Havana in 2006, or perhaps, what I currently fail to remember. Much of it is due to spending 2.5 years in Buriram, Thailand; it changed my life and my perception of much. There’s a feeling I tapped into in Buriram, a feeling I can’t quite put into words, but it’s a feeling that was echoed in Havana.
My intent is to have the following photos reflect that feeling, to reflect that which I fail to find words to express.