Havana in memory is color. Color of the light, colors of the buildings, colorful clothing, and the cars cruising around painted in colors never meant for cars. Sometimes it can be cacaphony - many locations and events I've chosen to do in black and white because the chaos of color overwhelmed the image or simply distracted. Other pictures are all about color, whether it's about the thousand shades of umber on a decaying building's walls, or about the vibrating colors when color wheel opposites rub up against each other.