Most of the taxis that ply Havana’s crowded streets are over fifty years old. They are vintage American cars, kept running through sheer ingenuity and little money. Their exhaust fumes create considerable pollution – there are no environmental standards enforced on the streets of Havana. I made this image from a rooftop, just as a passenger lowered himself into the back seat. Two doors are open -- the young man at the bottom of the frame seems to be waiting for more passengers. It is a moment of decision – who is coming, and who is going? The rich blue color glows in the early morning light, making the ancient car seem full of energy and promise.