On the distant outskirts of Trinidad, Cuba, my fellow travelers and I discovered a group of eight women making baskets. One woman, obviously the boss, invited us into the old cattle barn and allowed us to photograph.
This woman was stripping the stalks in half lengthwise.
Bundles of material ready to weave.
Working near a window for the light.
This woman never looked up from her work. Not knowing who we were, I think she was a bit afraid to stop.