M i a m i So much has been said about the place and I lived so much of my young life there, that it's become a a bit of a bombshell in my head.
So much so, that I wrote a novel called "Bienvenido a Miami" that unfolds with drama and religious conflict among a bevy of controlling women that steal the show. Of course this being my first novel, it hasn't sold yet. I am, though, hopeful.
So what in the heck does my novel have to do with digital photography? Well...a lot. First I have collected almost a thousand images that relate to my youth (those fabulous times I had lighting every vacant lot on fire, breaking and squating in abandoned homes in Coral Gables, Florida and stealing from the Rexall Drugs in South Miami, Florida). More about how I capture this in photography later...
Thank the good Lord all that has passed. I'm here now (that's the same expression the star lamented in the play "the Color Purple") to share it in a way that entertains and in a way that I'm hopeful will let people know that dishonesty both can be redeemed, but doesn't need to be if it wasn't acted out in the first place.
So, I begin my Miami series of entries with a piece of graffiti that I shot in Latvia (that's a little place in the Baltic States of Northern Europe) of all places.

You see, this stencil grafatti was everywhere in the country's capital city, Riga. This is the picture that I placed in front of me to get me to write and write every day so I could finish my novel.
Tip: If you've got writer's block, stick a picture in front of you to stimulate your nerve endings.
This particular picture assisted me in writing the setting to my novel, giving it a Latin American flavor that I'm so fond of at the same time reminding me of the throngs of Jewish boys that interacted with the hundred-or-so thousand Cuban girls (and vice versa) that arrived in Miami in the 60s. Add the African American population who sat on the fringe at the time and you got a melting pot setting that could (and did) erupt into violent protest several times.
All this brings me to one of the protagonists of the novel, my mother (fictional in the novel) but here represented by a drawing I found in my family's old family photos.

In real life her name was Estelle (she's dead now), in the novel it's Eleanor...more tomorrow...and then off I go to...Miami.