“Canisters”
One of my very first and very favorite recordings. Somehow wires were crossed and this message ended up on my answering machine.
“Canisters”
One of my very first and very favorite recordings. Somehow wires were crossed and this message ended up on my answering machine.
Drip, drip, drip. Water droplets offer their final resistance before succumbing to the creek.
Final post on Cuba. Some things I saw that struck me as interesting. It is a beautiful, warm, complex, yet simple place.

Sixty year old trucks, tractors, horse carriages, garlic vendors, and late afternoon chatter. The smell of moist earth in the air. Another day in small town Viñales.
50 years ago yesterday the US began its trade embargo against Cuba, or as the Cubans call it, The Blockade, and still Cuba stands.

Politics and Dishes
Politics drone on in Cuba, and the people continue living. Same as here.

Storm surge from the north. Waves crash over the seawall onto the Malecon. Kids play in the spray waiting for the big one.