Steve found Cuba to be one of the most fascinating places he has ever visited. It's definitely time to lift the U.S. embargo. Cuba poses no threat to the United States, and the more open and connected the country, the better for human rights.
Fifty miles across the Windward Passage lies Hispaniola, where Steve photographed in the Dominican Republic while visiting his Peace Corps volunteer daughter.
Continuing his voyages to the Greater Antilles, Steve has now added Puerto Rico to his files.
The Castillo de San Pedro del Morro, Santiago de Cuba. Every night at sunset, soldiers in period dress fire two cannonballs out to sea, recreating the nightly sealing of the harbor.
Santa Clara is the Che Guevara pilgrimage city. Che's bones lie inside the memorial, and these are the words he wrote to Fidel before leaving Cuba for Bolivia, where he died in 1966.
The Fábrica de Arte, deep in Vedado, Havana, is a converted olive oil factory, turned into a maze of galleries, concert spaces, and bars. Impressively sophisticated, equal to NYC or Berlin!
No caption necessary. The iconic Havana photograph, Cuba.
I do love to photograph laundry blowing in the wind—all over the world. Habana Vieja, Cuba.
Dressed for tourist photos, these Cuban women still have fabulous style. Habana Vieja, Cuba.
Waiting for the bus to the capital. Samaná, Dominican Republic.
Pulling in to Culebra harbor, Puerto Rico.
Playa Rincón, Dominican Republic.
Cane-cutters of Haitian descent in the Dominican Republic. They make 100 pesos ($2.60) for each ton they cut and load. They work 12-hour days, 7 days a week, all their lives.
This lovely warm Dominican woman cooked us lunch at the Tour de Chocolate near El Seibo, Dominican Republic.
Bags of organic fair-trade cacao beans headed from El Seibo, Dominican Republic, to the Whole Foods down the street from your house.
Viva Cuba! Trinidad, Cuba.
The director of the Salzburg ballet works with the dancers of the Ballet de Camaguey in Cuba. His Spanish was minimal, but he managed to communicate perfectly with international dance language, movement, and a lot of "ta-dahs" and "toc-toc-toc."
Crab and octopus for lunch on the beach in Baragua, Cuba.
We visited Baracoa a month after Hurricane Matthew came through. Roofs were still missing, piles of rubble lined the streets. But in resilient Cuba, life goes on.
Waiting for the mojito bar to open, San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Whenever you visit families in the Dominican Republic, you spend a lot of time in plastic chairs, chatting, sipping, watching. Little Haiti, La Higuera, Dominican Republic.
