by Arianna Kemis
Las Terrazas, Cuba
I had been taking pictures of chickens. I could not resist;
the chicks were huddled under their mother for bed after pecking around on a
tiny, winding staircase next to a hibiscus hedge.
I thought the tech lead had motioned across the miniature
valley to beckon the rest of the group over from the coffee shop to where a
portion of us had gone to see a local artist.
So, I continued to take pictures.
When the chicks had all settled underneath the feathers of
their mother in the grass, I looked up to see an older man in an old green
baseball cap picking the hibiscus flowers off of the bush.
