Black and White Cuba
A while back, I posted a whole bunch of photos from a trip I took to Cuba in 2004. It was the first time, I think, I traveled anywhere mainly to take photos. And although for a long time I thought the photos that came out of it were not really that great, when I looked back at them something had changed. Maybe it's my aesthetic, my experience, I’m not sure, but now appreciate them more and see something in them that I’ve struggled to capture lately with my digital camera. I think it’s just how I shot film: taking a photo and moving on, not dwelling on getting the perfect shot. The result are photos that seem, well, more of the moment. It’s one reason I’m shooting more film lately.
Last night, I dug back into my giant box of negatives and started scanning some of the black and whites from the trip. You'll see with these that I was really trying to capture some candid portraits. The one of the man drinking espresso while the woman looks on is still one of my favorite images that I've ever made. It's such a tender moment. Also, she made incredible espresso. Today I wonder where all these people are and how they are doing.