Habana, Cuba. In the states we refer to the city by the name Havana. But it is their country and it seems they should receive deference in how to spell it. Long forbidden to U.S. citizens, it is a place like no other. Just 90 miles from the United States, it is shrouded in mystery.
The sunrise over Habana Harbor on the second morning of our visit was as dramatic as the city. The sun was an intense reddish-orange and the clouds were dark as night.
As I watched, the sunlight produced a softer image of the city around us illuminating the sky and the Atlantic Ocean in muted shades of grays and blues.
Within just a few additional minutes, the colors and the texture of the city were in full view. This photograph reveals the contrast of the beauty and the decay that have enveloped Havana since Fidel Castro’s revolution. A revolution that has resulted in changes that continue to dominate life in Cuba more than 60 years later.
I had anticipated our trip to Cuba would be an exciting and a constantly changing experience for me, and for all the members of our tour. I was right.
Our journey had really just begun.
 These photographs were taken with my Nikon D5100 camera using a Tamron telephoto lens. They are not altered or enhanced. Their beauty and their flaws are all my own. To stabilize my camera for these slow shots, I leaned against the railing on my 17th floor hotel room and held tight.