Dorian Webb

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Somehow, finding a moment to reflect while traveling always seems easier, as if it is the natural course of events. I'm not sure if the loosening of daily rhythms that frees me to pause, our if there is simply more sensory information to hold my interest. In any case, traveling often leads me to worlds I would leave unexplored at home. During this visit to Cuba, one of theunexpected destinations was the cemetery.  Arriving just after dawn when the light began to peek above the tombstones, I was overcome with a feeling of peace and solace as silence crowded the air.  Here, stone monuments marked the presence of people long since gone, a quiet testament to love and to lives well lived. Not often seen in Cuba outside the protection of cemetery walls, crossesand religious figures populate the landscape. Frozen in a more pious past, some crouch in contemplation while others stand sculpted in an open armed welcome.  Custodial workers drifted by, intent on tidying spotless memorials for those who no longer noticed such details. Alone in the presence of many, I enjoyed the rising sun.

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Somehow, finding a moment to reflect while traveling always seems easier, as if it is the natural course of events. I'm not sure if the loosening of daily rhythms that frees me to pause, our if there is simply more sensory information to hold my interest. In any case, traveling often leads me to worlds I would leave unexplored at home. During this visit to Cuba, one of theunexpected destinations was the cemetery.  Arriving just after dawn when the light began to peek above the tombstones, I was overcome with a feeling of peace and solace as silence crowded the air.  Here, stone monuments marked the presence of people long since gone, a quiet testament to love and to lives well lived. Not often seen in Cuba outside the protection of cemetery walls, crossesand religious figures populate the landscape. Frozen in a more pious past, some crouch in contemplation while others stand sculpted in an open armed welcome.  Custodial workers drifted by, intent on tidying spotless memorials for those who no longer noticed such details. Alone in the presence of many, I enjoyed the rising sun.