Bay of Pigs, Cuba. I don't know about you, but I had no image of it. Yes, it is part of Cuba's history. A failed invasion of Cuban exiles took place here in 1961. But that I had any further image of it. Not really.
The booklet managed to tell me it was marshland and that was true. I have never been stung by mosquitoes as much as I was there, even though I was completely covered in mosquito repellents they just kept stinging. But soon that didn't matter so much.
The marsh turned out to be beautiful. With calm water, wide channels and islands in between. And our hotel in Playa Giron was built on those islets with walkways in between. The tranquillity, the birds and even the mosquitoes made a big impression.
In the morning, we left early by silent boat. To watch the sunrise on the water. The photo proves, it was beautiful. Silent trees with their reflection distorted by the gently undulating water and behind the trees the big rising sun. A morning in golden hues.
So much beauty in the world! I share here what caught my eye and where I looked for frame and position. I hope you see what I see: beauty in landscapes, cut-outs, abstracts and macro photography. With minimal editing and therefore with imperfections. Because in my image, .. Read more…