Reading the Water – a Photo Essay
El Malecon, that grand esplanade that separates Havana from the sea, draws you like a magnet. It seems most powerful late in the afternoon, like today. The sun, hidden behind…
El Malecon, that grand esplanade that separates Havana from the sea, draws you like a magnet. It seems most powerful late in the afternoon, like today. The sun, hidden behind…
Not too far from my home exists a small rag-tag fleet of shrimp boats. It saddens me to see these once proud trawlers fall into disrepair as they diminish in number.…
As much a state of mind as an actual place, Pine Island is Old Florida at its best and where I call home. This fair sized island along Southwest Florida's…