Trying to capture the beauty of the mangrove forests of Cuba was an interesting task. Snorkelling through the maze of tangled roots I found myself more concerned about rubbing up against the abundance of fire coral than the possibility of running into a crocodile. When I left the boat it was a bright, sunny afternoon. However, once inside this living structure it was very dim and eerie. Yet there was something very magical about this place and I quickly got to work experimenting with the little natural light that was available . . .