The Beginning
I began late. Sometimes I think that it was definitely too late. Now I can only regret all those missed opportunities. I can’t turn back the clock, but fortunately I can try to catch up.
It happened in Cuba. I remember that day very well. My throat was so dry because of my strong emotions and I wasn’t able to control my shaking hands. It was a real miracle that my first portrait wasn’t spoilt.
My Cuban model was sitting on one of the streets of old Havana. There were more people like her – posing for tourists with thick cigars in their mouths. But this particular woman seemed to be special for me. I really do not know what so attracted my attention. Red flower? The blue hat? Maybe the yellow wall?
But for the first time in my life I was brave enough to approach her and explain that I would like to take a picture.
She agreed. And then I took my first portrait.
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