This is my first attempt, and the hunt happened in reverse. I did not set out in search of the letter G; instead, it found me in my darkroom, amidst the magic of editing, refining, and trying to make sense of an afternoon that required only a little attention from me, not towards the outside world, but towards myself. From there, shapes and contours gradually took on meaning.
GeometryI like to imagine that mysterious creatures hold their deepest conversations here as dusk settles in. Speaking in a strange geometric language, light and shadow drift slowly across the peeling facades of the buildings, moving together in a graceful dance.
GleamsThere are moments I can no longer remember in full detail. With time, they seem to have transformed, or perhaps settled into the place where I keep my little treasures. They left behind sweet echoes within me, tiny gleams of light that awaken at the slightest call of memory, unique, much like photography itself. That beauty is something I always carry with me.
GGI was standing there, with my bum resting on the bicycle frame, after asking the man in the watchtower whether he ever got bored. He told me he didn't.
He was an elderly man. Older people have memories they can revisit time and time again, and this one, besides, had something in his hands that he was examining quite carefully. A report, a crossword puzzle... who knows. I could have found out by pointing my camera lens at him, but I didn't want to be a nuisance.
Then it happened. The Guagua (bus) went by. These days, buses are hardly ever seen on our streets. And I have no idea at what moment I took the photograph. I think it was an involuntary reflex brought on by surprise.
And now that I notice that 4012 standing out so boldly, almost as if it were trying to catch my attention, I can't help wondering whether it was some kind of message meant for me.
Perhaps it was a Bible verse: Isaiah 40:12.
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?
Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket,
or weighed the mountains on the scales
and the hills in a balance?
GG (Guagua and God) Wow, a Double G! 😄.
GrassI still believe that this world has many layers of reality. Looking towards the sun during the golden hour that day felt like a journey into tenderness and sweetness. It was truly a pleasure to be there. I was giving myself the gift of time, introspection, and peace.
Grid
If different realities can be observed from the very same place at the very same moment, of course the same is true of life itself.
When my nosy neighbour sees me walking home carrying a tray of thirty eggs, she immediately assumes I've hit the jackpot. Her nature immediately makes her exclaim: "Vaya, hiciste la paqueta, cabrona". In Cuban slang, that means I've earned a lot of money and that's why I can afford such a purchase.
Yet the truth is that I hadn't done any delivery work that day. Instead, I had gone out to meet these lights, these power poles. Along the way, I bumped into my friend Eddy, who was heading to Vedado to pick up his daughter, and I joined him until we reached Paseo Avenue. We sprinted down Boyeros Avenue together, enjoying the ride. He was on his e-bike and I was powered by two strong legs and a Bianchi road bike.
Gathered by oranGeLooking at this photograph, I cannot help seeing my maternal grandfather riding his Niagara ladies' bicycle. It was red, and one day it was stolen from the hallway where he had secured it with a heavy chain and an impressively large padlock. My grandmother never allowed him to keep it in the living room.
A real pity.
There is something about this cyclist that reminds me of him. Perhaps it is the glasses. My grandfather wore glasses like that too.
But no, my grandfather would never have worn a T-shirt with a sign like that on it. He was a shirt-and-vest kind of man.
Killer 34 sounds somewhat ominous, doesn't it?
And lurking in the background is the rubbish truck... Garbage.
Yet another G.
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