For me, travel is a way of life. I am a photographer, and my curiosity and creativity drive my passion to connect and understand new cultures. Some travelers are looking to see as much as possible. Trying to hit as many countries as they can. I’m a slow traveler. Less is more for this girl.
Having the opportunity to explore a countries customs and take time to connect with the people is what I love.
When I find a place I love I tend to just keep going. Currently I am four years in to a ten year commitment to photographing Havana, Cuba.
As a photographer I am captivated by the sense of timelessness and lack of Western influence.
Stopping to watch kids play marbles is my idea of a perfect afternoon. The marble season really kicks off in May. It slows down over the winter. 🤷♀️
So I am perched behind the line of marbles trying to get the shot of the kids making the toss. They thought this was hysterical. They are always fun and love to see the pics.
My first visit to Cuba marked the beginning of my Barber series. There was a barber chair and a shred of mirror on the wall under the stairs. Cuban men have a FANTASTIC commitment to their hair and their eye brows.
The opportunity to feel at home in another country, and to begin to understand their lives and their reality is one of the more profound opportunities we can have. I have a sense of family and community in Havana. This has developed because I value the opportunity to stay in one place. To absorb it, and allow the time to connect and to understand.
I like to spend about three months a year in Cuba. There is nothing I love more then telling the stories from my daily life here in Havana. I feel at home here on these streets.
When I travel you are more likely to find me playing leap frog in the streets then waiting in lines. I am not a typical tourist.
It’s an incredible time in history to be documenting Cuba. There is a Western influence that is slowly bringing opportunities and changes to Cuban culture and daily life. The development is so needed, but it’s also hard to see the city changing. I hope the sense of community and family that Cubans have isn’t effected. They are the warmest, Kindest and most welcoming people I’ve come across.
“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”