Noir c’est noir… Continue reading “Noir c’est noir!!!”
When I am in the countryside it always comes to my mind that nature has its own architecture and how it is different from “man made architecture”. This short series tries to illustrate this. This is only an unfinished thought I have in my head. Continue reading “Nature vs Man Made Architecture”
I read very recently in an Eric Kim blog something that brought me to a feeling that has long abated me: what gives me pleasure in life? What pleasures are worth in life, or those that make them worth fighting for in life? Of course I refer to my life as a photographer, as an artist. Continue reading “Artistic pleasures”
Rural work is marked by annual events that are the harvests. There are daily activities, but harvests are the culmination of rural work. Continue reading “Harvest”
I will never be anything.
I can’t wanna be nothing.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.”
From the poem ‘Tabacaria’ by Álvaro de Campos, in “Poems” (heteronymous by Fernando Pessoa). Continue reading “The dreams”
Oh the love! With so many ways to be expressed.
In Brazil – and I believe in other countries too – there is, as a tradition, to record it through inscriptions or engravings made (with some sharp object) on tree trunks. They usually record names or initials of the couple, which is usually also surrounded by a heart, and sometimes the date of registration. Continue reading “Love Inscriptions”
Experiencing the ‘curvelinities’ of the X100T 23mm lens which with a 0.45 wide angle converter goes to 15.5mm (35mm equivalents) … madness … sweet madness …
Street photos of the city of São Paulo, SP-Brazil.