Looking across Havana Harbor from Morro Castle at sunset.
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
As photographers, we continually struggle to find a unique, a slightly different point of view, from which to tell our story. When we are on the roof, we see things from a different perspective.
Angkor Wat, Combodia
The horizon is further, what we can take in, much more.
May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all your heart might desire.
Les Cayes, Haiti
A leaking roof may fool sunny weather, but cannot fool the rain.
Stone Town, Zanzibar
The two images above look remarkably similar, but were taken half a world apart. The first in Les Cayes, Haiti, and the next in Stone Town, Zanzibar. The more things change, the more they stay the same, or so it seems.
Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city.
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.