It was in Cuba that I first started taking photos. My friend Kelly gave me a tiny digital camera as a gift. It didn't have a flash. I was hoping to hide behind this little camera and undisturbed observe the lives around me. But ironically it made me more visible, an ostentatious mark of my foreignness. It invited curious glances that turned into conversations - at times friendships - giving me a much greater access to Cuba's realities than I would have otherwise had.