Central Havana, first random note


I spent six days in Central Havana this month. There are countless thoughts rambling around in my head about it – and almost none are yet sorted into anything coherent.

I think I’ll just post randomly about it as I work my way through the ideas. And images. I took 3,500 photographs there. It was a photo trip, a group of people passionate about photography.

Central Havana is astounding. Crowded, fragrant, hot, humid, colorful. Surprises lie behind the doors, beyond the shabby facades. Cubans are complicated, smart, literate, accomplished, and infinitely resourceful. Material goods may be in short supply, but life is rich. Much of it is lived outdoors, out loud.

They buy their food, fresh, down the street at a corner each morning. It’s a Monsanto-free zone, is Cuba, organic everything except I suppose imported things.

I intend, I very much want, to return.



Jury Duty

Lindsey-Flanigan Courthouse

Courthouse in Springtime

I received a summons to jury duty in the mail on April Fool’s Day. Four weeks later I reported to the courthouse as directed. I’ve been summoned a few times over the years, but until this year I had only served on one jury. That was a civil case, long ago. Now, I was at the courthouse where they handle the criminal cases. It’s new – opened in 2010 – and not lavish, but pleasant and modern.

I served on a jury this time – a case in county court, where the misdemeanors go. The trial didn’t take long. We heard the evidence the first day, and returned the next day for the court’s instructions, counsel’s closing arguments, and jury deliberations.

As I rode the light rail train home after the first day, I realized that I really had not yet decided how I would vote during deliberations. Not making up your mind until it’s over: that’s a standard instruction from the judge to the jury. I heard it many times when I tried cases as a lawyer, and always wondered if any jurors did keep an open mind.

Our jury deliberations were animated but civil. Everyone participated fully, and we all wanted to render a verdict in accordance with the evidence, the law and the judge’s instructions. After it was over, I was comfortable that we did that.

The weather on Day One was rainy, but the next day we were back to late April glorious happy Denver spring. Good photo opps on the walk to the courthouse.

Android Abstracts


Recipe for fun: Send a dozen or so photographers to the supermarket on a Sunday morning – with no tripods or cameras. Turn them loose to roam the store for a couple of hours, taking long-exposure photos with their mobile phones, to create art photos.

Jeff Johnson of Soul Images Gallery was the Chief Instigator. I always have fun and learn things when he’s instigating. Just saying. Teri Virbickis called it iPhonography. I have a Nexus 5, and haven’t coined a clever term for the Android version.

Whatever you call it, I agree with Teri: this is a new obsession. I intend to keep on swooping my phone around and then peering at the screen to see what I got. The whole batch of my keepers from Sunday is on Zenfolio.


Guard Dog


S/he was alert and vocal as we walked by.

So we decided not to open the gate and break into the house after all. [/joke]

But, if we’d had any such evil intentions? We’d have abandoned them in the face of that ferocious cuteness.



Blossoming tree; 7th Avenue at Santa Fe, Denver; 04/04/2015; Sony a6000; 55-200mm lens at 139mm; f5.6, ISO 200, 1/4000.

It’s a gray Tuesday, unusually for Denver. Last Saturday was typical: brilliant sun, blue skies, mild temps.

Denver has received my usual April benediction and forgiveness for the winter just past.