It was early March and the weather in Havana was lovely: warm, but not too humid, breezy in the mornings and with occasional rain showers in the early afternoon. The city was exactly as I had remembered it from a few years ago: noisy, colorful, full of light and life that seemed to have frozen in time. As I stepped onto the streets on the first day of my fourth visit, I was hit with a faintly perceptible nostalgia. The scenes so familiar from the past unfolded before me. Classic cars wheezed by, occupied by happy tourists and their stylish…
Hi Sofia! Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions! I am so glad we got to meet last year, during the Miami Street Photography Festival, where you were one of the speakers. Can you tell us a little more about who you are, where you are from and what you do? You’re welcome! I love your blog and I’m honored to be part of it. Miami was amazing and meeting you and Sonia was one of the best parts. I am originally from Madrid but now I live in Washington DC. I…
As I’m beginning to write this, my suitcase still lies unpacked in the hallway and the photos from the trip’s last day of shooting sit unloaded on a memory card in the slot of my camera. The few days immediately after any trip are slightly chaotic, as I try to fight off jet lag, catch up on chores left behind and start my regular work schedule, which can be quite taxing on the body after such a blissful break from the ED. But nonetheless, I always want to get back on my feet as soon as possible and…
We stepped off the bus and grabbed our luggage. The flight to Cape Town from Johannesburg’s Tambo International Airport was scheduled to take off in a couple of hours. The group scattered about collecting their belongings and chatting happily away. Waiting to get into the airport’s terminal, I looked off to the side and caught his eye. He was a young boy of maybe fifteen years old, standing reservedly to the side, holding a large clear bag in his hands. Inside were a few plastic bottles he has been trying to collect. Our eyes met briefly: we gazed…
The sun was hovering just above the horizon when we approached the tiny fishing village on the banks of the Caribbean Sea. A few shy but curious youngsters approached our group of five and studied our faces intently. A woman dressed all in pink came out to greet us with a smile. ‘You’re lucky,” she said in Spanish, “the fisherman caught a shark today. They are cleaning is right now on the dock.” Our excitement over the photographic opportunity that this presented grew immediately. We walked the narrow dirt path a little further in and a picturesque scene opened…