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| On the road to our first casa in Havana |
Like the ubiquitous gray of the Pacific Northwest, pink is emblematic of Cuba, at least for me. Pink is nowhere on the Cuban flag, but it is everywhere else. I can drive a month back home and never see a pink car, but I challenge you to spend 15 minutes on roads and freeways here without seeing a classic car transformed by pink. You can’t!
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| Photographed from a bus window in Old Havana |
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| Some bills are even pink! |
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| Pink cars are everywhere! |
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| Pink-clad woman on horse taxi in Boca de Camarioca. |
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| I snapped this outside the Havana Viazul station. Don't you love these cotton candy shorts? |
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| Gentleman in Viñales |
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| Casita spotted on our horseback ride in Viñales |
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| Casa particular in Playa Giron |
It took me six days to realize that I wanted to photograph pink. I’m sure I’ll find opportunities to capture pink-washed buildings and pink-splashed sky at dawn and dusk, but I may never again see the elegant, caramel-toned young man in cotton-candy slacks, or the gorgeous, one-armed, chocolate-skinned woman gliding down a Havana street in a bougainvillea spandex dress.
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Pink classic, viewed from the Malecón in Havana. Our apartment was on the
fifth (top) floor of the whitish structure in the middle of the photo.
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| Photo snapped from taxi window in the Valle de Viñales. |
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| Laundry dancing in the breeze, viewed from Viñales restaurant. |
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Whipped out my phone to capture this woman in her
marvelous pink shoes exiting our
"best value" restaurant in Boca de Camarioca.
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| Ah, flowers... they're everywhere, too! |
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