I’m (almost) absolutely sure you won’t believe it: I never seek to mimic/emulate (or using a uglier word in this case: imitate, copy) photographs of great masters (of all of us photographers, I believe), but this ghost (if it’s really a ghost he’s a good one) chases me….even though, premeditatedly (this is another thing IContinue reading “Can we mimic/emulate/imitate/copy (or just try to) great masters in photography? I guess so…”
Tag Archives: black and white photography
{why landscape photography enchants me}
I wonder: why black and white landscape photography continues to entertain me, to enchant me over the years?…I think it’s for many reasons…but I wouldn’t dare mention the main one…only I know that I am more enchanted with each passing day that I photograph landscapes like the ones I share now…I hope you like it…leaveContinue reading “{why landscape photography enchants me}”
{self-portraits}
…to see and know how we are, how we were…to never forget what and how we are and what we are becoming…to become aware of what and how time changes us, slowly, definitely…
[.P.O.R.T.R.A.I.T.S.]
{…portraits…always portraits…} Brassaï (1899-1984) questions in his book ‘Proust and photography’ (original title: ‘Marcel Proust sous l’emprise de la photographie’ and published in Brazil in Portuguese in 2005 by Jorge Zahar Ed., Rio de Janeiro) (version that I now read) that “a simple photograph would possess so as much presence as a real person? Yes,Continue reading “[.P.O.R.T.R.A.I.T.S.]”
[.D.E.M.O.L.I.T.I.O.N.]
[.D.E.M.O.L.I.T.I.O.N.] {interior of são paulo state, brazil} {abandoned sugar and ethanol plant}
[trees]
trees: if you don’t have them how to know them?
noir c’est noir…black is black
…black and white is beaultiful…
Me and Mr. Strand.
In the book “Understanding a photograph” by John Berger (organization and introduction by Geoff Dyer and translation by Paulo Geiger) (Cia das Letras. São Paulo. 2017) (an authentic treatise on photography made known by master Juan Esteves, São Paulo) I read and reread it a few times (good things have to be tasted homeopathically) theContinue reading “Me and Mr. Strand.”
{roadside_memorials}
These little chapels are a milestone in many countries and in the case of Brazil it is no different. Here in Brazil I believe it is a tradition passed by Portuguese colonization. Whenever I find them on my many trips, most of the time on back roads (I don’t like highways) I stop and photograph.Continue reading “{roadside_memorials}”
[stray_dogs]
[four_gasoline_stations]
[new topographies from the interior of the state of são paulo-brasil] note1: I have photographed in small towns in the interior of the state of São Paulo, Brazil, deactivated, abandoned gas stations, some of them, in ruins, where one does not see a ‘living soul’ as I said, the other day, by a spirited oneContinue reading “[four_gasoline_stations]”
{like a tattoo}
{like a tattoo} – [I was born: I grew up: I raised children and grandchildren: I lived and live in a place where time is another time; another dimension; a time that is more peaceful, like the dairy cows that lie down motionless and sleepy in the pasture at night: they stay there, quietly andContinue reading “{like a tattoo}”
