Greetings to the community.
There is a way of walking that becomes a gaze when one is determined to record what they find; without haste, I leave behind the trail of these images that I now share, taken while walking through my province.

A TV antenna, a product of everyday ingenuity. Its small size contrasts with the enormous task it has: to capture the signals of DTT, which in Cuba sometimes travel more as a promise than a certainty.

A public telephone that almost no one uses today; cell phones have left it behind in memory, but there it remains, fixed to the wall of a multi-family building that seems to be shedding its skin.

An old Catholic church, roofless, and the bell tower covered in scaffolding. Faith, too, is repaired with patience, I thought.

The sun tracing the silhouette of the western mountains, the sky playing a game of light and storm clouds.

An elevated water tank, with a design that is quite common around here: a slender structure topped with a wide bowl, resembling a giant umbrella. From there, water flows down by gravity; it looks like a giant keeping watch over its surroundings.

A public watchtower located in the center of an avenue. It seems like a sentinel that has seen generations pass by. It has a clock on each of its four faces, though these do not work.
All of this becomes a single narrative: the antenna searches for invisible signals; the telephone silences the voices of the past; the church is being repaired; the sun bids farewell behind the mountains; the tank shelters the water; and the watchtower, with its clocks, reminds us that we are here, in this time that sometimes feels out of step.
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