Using perspective to have fun with photography.
My father took me to Cuba in the summer of 1956. He and his parents had lived in Cuba as German-Jewish exiles from Nazi Germany from 1939-1942. They had been refused entry to the United States, and had to wait in Cuba for permission to finally be granted.
Here’s a photo taken today, September 8, 2015 Bandages removed. Scabbing gone. This is what I look like today.No, I’m not asleep. Just wanted you to see my eyelids. Walter Lippmann
Here's an extended essay on Cuba written following my first extended visit to the
Tens of thousand of Cubans began to gather in the town square of Bayamo at 5 AM in the morning of July 26, 2006. As an accredited journalist, I was present and took this photo.