Two Boys, Habana, Cuba, 2008

We walk past these two boys on our way to a family waiting for us. Like in so many neighborhoods in Habana during the hot summer months, they are using what they have around them instead of a bat and a ball. Sometimes the bat is nothing more than a broom stick and the ball nothing more than a bottle cap.

Regardless, their passion is only humbled by their accuracy. It never ceases to amaze me how they can consistently hit an object as small as a bottle cap flying through the air as people and cars pass by.

While the States and Cuba seem to diverge on so many fronts, from politics to economics to language, the people in the streets share a passion for this sport.