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Group Very Good
© Linda Kay Myers
© Linda Kay Myers
© Linda Kay Myers
© Linda Kay Myers
© Linda Kay Myers
In June of 2005, I made my first trip to Cuba, as a participant in Ernesto’s first
Baracoa workshop. Cuba was an unknown land to me, although I had heard stories about it
from those who had visited Cuba in the 1940s. I tried to photograph the people
as I saw them. The Cuban people generously prepared fresh fish, lobster, rice and
beans for us despite frequent losses of electrical power. We danced to the beat of
Cuban music at a little boy’s birthday party and watched betting at a
cockfight on the weekend. We relaxed and swam in a beautiful river; we watched
children playing baseball on the beach. We visited all these places with our cameras.
These photographs are an attempt to capture a small part of what I experienced.
Linda Kay Myers
© Peter Prusinowski
© Peter Prusinowski
© Peter Prusinowski
© Peter Prusinowski
© Peter Prusinowski
That's just beautiful ... fucking beautiful ... writing the text ...
so much shit is going on in my life ... just can't fucking concentrate
at all.
Here's is the first thing that comes to my mind after Cuba:
E..E...E...ERNESTO - I'M GLAD I MET YOU !!!
Peter Prusinowski
© Willard Pate
© Willard Pate
© Willard Pate
© Willard Pate
© Willard Pate
My guidebook says that getting to Baracoa by car is an adventure. We didn't get there by
car, but even so, getting there was an adventure. We experienced rain delays that delayed
our arrival. When we did arrive, however, the sun came out to show us a jewel set between
the blue sea and a green mountain backdrop. For a week we lived and photographed in and
around that jewel. We swam in clear rivers, ate shrimp and lobster on white beaches,
danced at birthday celebrations, hiked up mountainsides to remotes houses--all the while
working hard to get some good images. Thanks to Ernesto once again (this was my eighth workshop).
Willard Pate
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