I traveled to Cuba during the summer of 2011. I brought a video camera and recorded moments from the trip, but the only still photography camera I brought was my Holga. I had been working on this particular roll of film for a few months (I'm slow when it comes to shooting film...) and it had traveled around Minnesota, Boston, and Illinois with me before coming to Cuba. When the negatives came back from the lab, I was a bit shocked and disappointed. Earlier shots on the roll were clear and crisp, but these images from Cuba- the only photos I had taken- looked like ghostly, motion blurred depictions of the places I had seen.
The negatives sat in a box for years, until I rediscovered them this winter. There's something intriguing about the images- they have a haunting quality, but also capture the busyness and movement of Cuba's cities. Maybe I'm trying to defend these mistakes, but I'm not so ashamed of these photographs anymore.