The best scene I shot at the Calle Ocho Festival resulted from patience.
I arrived at the event around Noon, and captured the best stuff around sunset.
So for around 6 hours I roamed crowded 8th Street.
I saw drunk homeless men, throngs of people wrapped in Latin flags, street peddlers, family-run food vendors, and more.
You know shit's getting real Cuban when Andy Garcia whips out the bongos.
I became super tanned and definitely ate my share of pan con lechons for the year.
Fun for the whole family, etc.
But at one point I thought about leaving.
The sky started to turn grey, my feet started to hurt, my hunger was holding me back, and things were getting a bit sweaty.
To the right was the direction toward the bus - to the left was back into the festival.
While hiding under the roof of a mini-mart, hugging the wall to avoid the potential downpour, I realized - who cares?
What difference does it make if it rains?
If it rains, I'll film the commotion.
And if I was so hungry, I should grab a snack!
I was only surrounded by delicious, inexpensive food.
After all, I did come all the way down here to film.
No point in leaving now.
So I took a deep breath, recognized the temporary discomfort, ate a delicious meal for $3, gulped my water, wiped my lenses, stretched a bit, then journeyed on...
Minutes later, I stumbled on hundreds of people in a circle clogging the street.
In the middle of the circle was the craziest bunch of characters I've ever filmed.
It pays to be patient.