The Last Boat: Ketchikan
In Ketchikan, the town does not rest on the land so much as negotiate with it. The forest comes down to the tideline and stops, and everything that follows—the street,…
The colonial facades in Old Havana are not merely walls; they are sculptures. Intricate stonework survives the elements, a testament to the craftsmanship of a wealthier, distant past.
Havana Level: The Architecture
If the street is the living room and the neighborhood is the family, the architecture of Havana is the vessel that holds it all together. It is a city of…
With limited indoor space, the laundry lines claim the air rights over the alleyways, creating a shifting canopy of color.
Havana Level: The Neighborhood
In Havana, the concept of "home" rarely ends at the front door. In the dense corridors of Centro and Vieja, the heat and the humidity push life outward. The sidewalk…
A classic American sedan cruises past the vibrant, restored facades of the city center, where the architecture stands as a colorful testament to a bygone era.
Havana Level: The Living Street
In Havana, the street is not just a thoroughfare; it is the living room, the playground, and the workshop. Life here doesn't happen behind closed doors—it spills out onto the…
A maritime sentinel marking the threshold where the land ends and the deep begins.
Key West: Sentinel Red
In a landscape defined by a dissolving horizon, where turquoise shallows bleed into a haze of pale blue. The color red provides the rhythm. It is the island’s sentinel, a…