Havana expresses itself in primary colors. Red, blue, and yellow seem to be in the city’s genes. I found them glowing here at dawn, as a rising sun paints the buildings along Havana’s famed sea wall, the Malecon. A well-worn yellow curb sweeps diagonally across the bottom of the frame, providing a base for my image. The man resting on his cane leans his head in the same direction as the small tree, embraced by red studded doors and a shadowed blue wall -- even a small lamp -- all gilded by the dawn of the day. It is an atmospheric image, intended to offer a sense of place.