"A Photographic Impression Of The World"
I had a dream in the Fall of 2008 that I was in darkest rural Louisiana taking photos of poor children in the piney woods. Upon awakening I decided to reserve a flight to New Orleans and travel for several days around Cajun Country, including a prearranged tour of the infamous Angola State Penitentiary. I got hooked. Now I take an American photo road trip at least three times per year and some international journeys as well.

Typically I fly into an American city to begin a semi-planned 4-14 day road trip on state or US federal highways that tourists seldom follow. I stop whenever I feel like it, take Drive By Shootings, and occasionally spend lots of time getting to know my subjects in cafes, stores and country hamlets. The open road represents total freedom except when I accidentally exceed the speed limit and have to chat amiably with local law enforcement about their local football team before adding to my collection of warnings. I always eat the local cuisine and avoid all chain eateries and hotels. I am partial to biscuits, cheese grits, chicken fried steak, Rocky Mountain oysters, Texas toast, slaw, chili, and non-diet Coke. I shoot all of my meals.

I have also published books on Iran, Mongolia, and Panama City. The first two were taken on tour while the Panama volume occupied the better part of four days while I was getting dental work done down there for cheap. Gives you something to do.

I intuitively lock into a structure, occasional humans, an industrial landscape, grand homes and abandoned shacks, advertising signs, and geometric patterns, often while parked in the breakdown lane. Overhead wires, telephone poles, parking signs, and cars are my greatest enemies. Invariably I saunter off the highway and drive the residential streets to shoot the locals. Except for a few notable escapes from paranoid locals, I have experienced nothing but warmth and curiosity in the Fly Over Zone of this expansive nation. I often show my subjects their images and send enlargements to them upon return home to Seattle.

I take about an average of one photo per mile if I am in the zone. I never shoot suburbs, shopping malls, or anything made of plastic. It's all about grit, rust, wrinkles, country humor, and whatever dilates my eyeballs at the moment.
This volume constitutes my best shots of everyday life in Cuba. I traveled from La Habana to Santi Spiritus to Cienfuegos to Pinar del Rio to Vinales, over one thousand miles of roadways. The collection of images ranges from street life to Cuban League baseball games to tobacco farms. The strength of this book lies in its portraitures.