Miami is my most familiar city. It is my home in a sense, my little slice of Cuba until I can visit myself one day. It is a love-hate relationship I have with this place, but the love this time definitely outweighed the hate.
“What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.”
I just couldn't let these beautiful portraits lie dormant in my photo bins. There was no shortage of curious kids as I spouted around my gigantic black 5D off of my shoulder. They made the trip worthwhile for me, I think. They were so happy, willful, and unfiltered.
As soon as we arrived we we were given the opportunity to ride out and visit a new area that the government of Haiti had set aside for people to re-build on. The org who was hosting us had built a house in this peaceful little neighborhood for Antoinette and her family, who had lost her leg in the earthquake the year prior. As we drove along the dirt road and into the lot, I spotted freshly dug wells and residents waving at us happily. When we got farther up on the hills I could look down and view all of the new wooden houses littered the land, though a lot of the other houses were still in tenting material or tin.