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Photo Essay: Plants and Landscapes in Soroa and Viñales

When it comes to photography, plants are often my favorite subjects to capture. In the countryside and nature of Western Cuba, there were plenty of opportunities for me to indulge in this passion:

It was incredibly hot and humid, but with this kind of scenery, we barely noticed.

A mango tree. I love the way they grow.

I have never before seen palm trees growing on a mountain. It’s a very cool sight.

Looking up at a Royal Palm, the national tree of Cuba.

Technically, it was called an orchid garden (rather than a botanical garden as I called it in my previous post) so the focus was on the many wonderful varieties of orchids.

A bug eating plant. Note the fly on the left side of the plant. We waited patiently for the plant to eat it, but it refused to give us a show.

The view at the beginning of our hike in the Viñales Valley.

A hefty looking tree that is a type baobab.

Dried tobacco leaves in the warehouse where we had our cigar rolling demonstration.

The postcard image of the Viñales Valley and its mogotes.

Photo Essay: Colors and Crumbling in Havana

While Havana didn’t always feel like I imagined it would feel, I found it to be one of those rare places that looked the same in real life as it did in pictures. There were the groups gathered on the Malecón to socialize, grand hotels that probably held interesting stories of opulence and indulgence in bygone times, the classic cars still moving along with the help of Cuban ingenuity. And of course, there was the fascinating juxtaposition of decaying and refurbished; buildings that have been left to crumble alongside those that have been renovated and painted in shades of saltwater taffy.

People gather on the Malecón, Havana’s living room.

A father holds his daughter’s hand as she walks on the seawall.

A tall building stands out in a row of buildings in various states.

A row of colorful buildings across from the Malecón

Urban decay.

Cathedral de la San Cristobal in Old Havana.

A bakery in Old Havana.

A statue in Hotel Florida in Old Havana

The classic Cuban must-shoot.

A market in Old Havana.

Clothes hanging to dry outside of windows, a very common scene in Cuba.

A street leading to the former Capitol Building.

Photo Essay: A Breadth of Color Mexico City

In Mexico City, I enjoyed finding little bursts of color that made me smile and art in unlikely places. Here are some of the vivid places and moments I experienced in Mexico City:

La Casa Azul, also known as the Frida Kahlo Museum.

An elaborate image of Mexico’s coat of arms in a building in the Palacio Nacional.

Diego Rivera murals at the Palacio Nacional depicting life in Mexico before the colonists arrived…

… and then how things changed once the colonists got there. I already love Diego Rivera’s sense of aesthetics and this series of murals was incredibly moving.

Botanical garden at the Palacio Nacional.

A flag waves at the top of the Metropolitan Cathedral in the Zocalo (main square).

Walls inside the Metropolitan Cathedral.

Wonderful bench around the corner from the Cathedral. Great to look at, but way too hot to sit on that day. I learned the hard way.

Juggling fire and standing on a ladder in the middle of traffic… a very dangerous way to make a living!

One of my “fancier” meals in Mexico. My hostel mate and I ventured over to the chichi Condesa neighborhood to have dinner with her friend at an organic-ish restaurant. This place also had a store that was a trip, it was like a mini version of Whole Foods.

Boats of Xochimilco.

Reflection on a Xochimilco Canal.

Mariachi band for hire on a Xochimilco canal.

Colorful decorations in Xochimilco.

Photo Essay: A Creative Side of Las Vegas

The afternoon that I escaped from the pool club party, I had a chance to see that Vegas is not completely about illusion and generic over-consumption. In its extravagance, Vegas provides room and opportunity for colorful bursts of expression and creativity.

» At the Bellagio

While walking down The Strip, I came across Bellagio’s “lake” and hung around to see if I could catch the water show. It was pretty damn hot so after waiting for awhile, I decided it was best to go inside for a heat and bathroom break. On the ceiling, I noticed these lovely miniature hot air balloons. They were obviously inspired by hot air balloon festivals, one of which is held annually in Las Vegas.

My timing was perfect. As soon as I walked out of the building, a water show began. I tried to ignore the fact that it was choreographed to the most cheesy song possible, and hoped that the water used for it was recycled because the show was stunning. Way more than I imagined it would be. I know the word “breathtaking” is supposed to be a travel writing no-no, but in this case, I think it is appropriate.

» The Art of Richard MacDonald

Back at the CityCenter where our hotel was located, I came across a couple of art galleries. The first one I stopped at was full of sculptures by Richard MacDonald that were all based on Cirque du Soleil performers. I have to admit that I have never been interested in seeing Cirque du Soleil, but after taking a look at MacDonald’s emphatic and ornate sculptures, I feel inspired to go. As an added bonus, MacDonald was there that day, chatting it up with gallery visitors.

» Chihuly Glass Sculptures

When I visited Italy nine years ago, it was the first time I saw how much could be done with glass. I have been a glass art fan ever since. I was sad when I missed a Chihuly exhibition at San Francisco’s De Young museum a while back, so I was delighted when the second gallery I came across was full of his vivid glass sculptures.

Photo Essay: Shades of Spring at Henry Coe State Park

After spending a day hiking in Henry Coe State Park, I could not fall asleep. When I closed my eyes that night, the hues of the day lingered in my mind. In my delight in their memory, I embraced the vivid images and relinquished a bit of rest.

Verdancy with blankets of purple and orange wildflowers. Azure with flashes and swirls of white butterflies. Clarity and fluidity gliding over rocks and soaking my feet.

I held on to these visions knowing that in a short while, spring’s color show will have disappeared. The rain will stop falling and the summer sun will suck the grasses, flowers and creeks dry. But images of the fleeting shades of revival will give me something to look forward to until the sky water colors the land again.

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