Our trip to Cuba ended much as it began. We were overwhelmed by the beauty and the poverty of this tiny island nation. But now, after months of preparations, days filled with visual images we will never forget, and photographs that will end up in posts far into the future, it was finally time for us to pack our bags for the journey home.
As we were preparing our bags Saturday night for an early morning departure, I watched the hustle and bustle of Havana. Neither the city’s great beauty, nor its decay, were visible in this nighttime shot. Left to admire is just the vibrancy of the city.
It was a memorable experience. While our visit only touched the edges of this wonderful country, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to experience its rich culture, wonderful people and incredible beauty.
If you haven’t experienced Cuba, put it on your bucket list!
It is a gorgeous day. The temperature is well within the range of comfort. Terry, Casey and I are ready to start our Sunday morning drive. Casey is anxious. He unfailingly knows that it is Sunday and rushes us as much as he can, barking and running around at our feet.
For such a beautiful day, I thought I would share with you an image of a rose in full, incredible bloom.
In their 1971 album, Sticky Fingers, Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones encouraged their audience to “Send me dead flowers”. Other artists also have written about dead flowers. There are even bands named Dead Flowers–Joe Getty & The Dead Flowers, David Yellen Band & The Dead Flowers and a fun rock band simply named “Dead Flowers”.
They obviously weren’t talking about this particular flower. But they could have been!
So dead head your flowers if its time, but don’t forget to stop and appreciate the beauty of a dead flower.
As I was driving through East Kansas City I came upon this beautiful, but broken, church. While the glass is gone from the window, even empty it is elegant and powerful. The gothic architecture is in some ways reminiscent of the finest cathedrals in Europe. The church spire still points to the sky.
I do not know what caused its destruction, whether it was simply a result of neglect, vandalism or fire. Even in ruins it symbolizes for me hope, loss and the potential for renewal. For a moment in time, it suggests a portal between the heavens and earth. But I know in my heart that this lovely building is lost forever.
The Country Club Plaza is always beautiful. The seasons of the year and the time of day significantly impact the images that we see. These photographs were taken late in the evening, just after the sun set, but before it was completely dark. (These scenes are best viewed with your brightness setting on high.)
From the Fountain of Bacchus Sculpture, located at the Chandler Court at 47th & Wyandotte, is made of 10,000 pounds of cast lead.
The architecture throughout the Plaza is inspired by the architecture of Seville, Spain.
Night view of Broadway Bridge and Brush Creek, on the Country Club Plaza
The Statute of Ruth, representing the Biblical Ruth, is located at 48th & Wyandotte. It is formed from white Carrara marble.