Luckily, I don’t have to pick only one photograph, so I’ll settle for two.
Above a wall and door in Trinidad, Cuba: vibrant, full of soul and texture, a bit worn out and still useful and working hard.
Below, Liz and our driver Alejandro (who quickly became a friend) stand in the roots of a Ceiba tree, probably 500 years old, growing on an old sugar cane plantation. Planted by enslaved Africans whose pain still haunts the place where they made sugar to sweeten the tea of people far away. A special tree that served as a holy place, an alter, for people searching for their god in a place and time where it is inconceivable to believe any existed.
Still Learning To See 
The minute Liz showed me a picture of this tree, I thought “baobab”! Her pictures of the little tributes left in the hollows of the tree were amazing. And I just located the Ceiba Foundation for Tropical Conservation (CFTC) here: http://www.ceiba.org/ceiba.htm The site says:
“The ancient Maya of Central America believed that a great Ceiba tree stood at the center of the earth, connecting the terrestrial world to the spirit-world above. The long thick vines hanging down from its spreading limbs provided a connection to the heavens for the souls that ascended them. Even today, these grand trees are regularly spared when forests are cut — it is a common event to see lone, isolated Ceiba trees proudly spreading their shady branches high above a pasture or agricultural field, a relic of the great forests that once were there.”
What an experience–thanks so much for sharing your great photography! 🙂
Wow! What a tree!