April, 2014. My first trip to Havana, a partial antidote for the bereft. These photographs are the second half of a body of work titled Morning Prayer Lake, which begins on the frozen Chicago lakefront.
The impetus for all of this being the death of my Mother. The Chicago lakefront photographs were made during her final stay in the hospital. Two months later I was standing in the warm and intoxicating humidity of Havana.
The Beautiful Decay.
Juxtaposition on twelve.
Our driver cruised along the Malécon in the late afternoon light, sun slipping away into the ever present Atlantic. The scenes in these first few photographs are burned into my memories. La Habana, day one... I was already in love.
9:30p on the Malécon. They gathered in the corner at the edge of the breakwall, giddy and wide-eyed and in anticipation of what, I had no idea.
Then it happened... WHOOSH! The Atlantic slammed against the stone then shot straight up into the sky before raining down in a deluge upon her children. Screams and laughter and jumping and dancing and more screams rang out from the corner. Absolute delight.
Fine. I sat down, camera on my lap and waited...