THE RHYTHM OF LIFE IN HABANA VIEJA, CUBA
In February 2000 I spent a week in Old Havana under the auspices of the Maine Photographic Workshops and in the company of William Albert Allard, our energetic and gifted photographic leader. As we roamed the streets there was music coming out of every window and door (and from the radios of the old American cars, working or not), there were bands practicing in the daytime, bands entertaining groups of senior citizens, bands playing in the hotels, bands playing until dawn in the clubs--there was music everywhere--and people dancing in the streets, women in tight spandex doing their errands swinging their hips to it. It was contagious and I found it hard sometimes to choose photographing over dancing--so I didn't. When I think of my week in Havana, I remember the rhythm that underlies life there.