Greetings to the community.
There is a way of walking that becomes a gaze when one is determined to record what they find; without haste, I leave behind the trail of these images that I now share, taken while walking through my province.
A TV antenna, a product of everyday ingenuity. Its small size contrasts with the enormous task it has: to capture the signals of DTT, which in Cuba sometimes travel more as a promise than a certainty.
A public telephone that almost no one uses today; cell phones have left it behind in memory, but there it remains, fixed to the wall of a multi-family building that seems to be shedding its skin.
An old Catholic church, roofless, and the bell tower covered in scaffolding. Faith, too, is repaired with patience, I thought.
The sun tracing the silhouette of the western mountains, the sky playing a game of light and storm clouds.
An elevated water tank, with a design that is quite common around here: a slender structure topped with a wide bowl, resembling a giant umbrella. From there, water flows down by gravity; it looks like a giant keeping watch over its surroundings.
A public watchtower located in the center of an avenue. It seems like a sentinel that has seen generations pass by. It has a clock on each of its four faces, though these do not work.
All of this becomes a single narrative: the antenna searches for invisible signals; the telephone silences the voices of the past; the church is being repaired; the sun bids farewell behind the mountains; the tank shelters the water; and the watchtower, with its clocks, reminds us that we are here, in this time that sometimes feels out of step.
Photo of my property taken with Samsung Phone.
Translated with Google (free version)
