I do miss the days when we used to drive into the countryside. We’d never know who we were going to run into, and the sessions were both instant and spontaneous. For this man's portrait we drove deep into the countryside near Manzanillo and ran across a small group of houses. Both young and older people were sitting around chatting when we arrived. They greeted us warmly and we had a conversation about the area, about their neighborhood. Once it came time for the photography they agreed and we set up for their portraits. The contrast between light and shadow deep in the woods was fascinating, albeit a bit difficult to print in the darkroom. I am sincerely blessed to have been introduced to the world through photography and hope to return to this area later this year.
Monday, January 9, 2023
Cuban in Front of His House, Manzanillo, Cuba, 2016
Labels:
Communism,
Cuba,
Documentary,
Ethnography,
Farmer,
Farming,
Manzanillo,
National Portrait Gallery,
Photography,
Portraiture,
Rural,
Socialism
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