I really got impressed with the sunset in Tocantins. I have already seen many incredible ones around Brazil but never six consecutive days in the same region. Besides it was one more beautiful than the other. The first one was in Palmas and then by the routes from Jalapão and in Serra do Espírito Santo. So, my tip for those in province is stop whatever you are doing and just appreciate the sun when that time comes.
Today it’s raining in Dubai for the first time in the year and the feeling is the same as when it snows in Buenos Aires: people taking pictures, walking in the rain without umbrellas, etc. It’s awesome!
I felt the power of the sea in the north point of Barbados when I had this view. I got scared for a few seconds thinking the worst but the water only spilled on them and went away. I prefer have in mind that it was for bless their hug because it was the strongest wave in all the time we spend there.
I spend an afternoon catfish fishing to feed alligators from Pantanal. Who can face it?
Kukenán means Valley of the Dead and, for the local people, the neighbour tepui of Mount Roraima is called Matawi (the killer). That is where sacrifices took place; the Indians offered themselves when something was not well and jumped off the highest point to calm Makunaima (their God) down or keep a promise. Halfway across the sacrifice spot in Kukenán, there was a skull made of rocks with a carved face and leaves indicating hanging. I noticed that it surprised the Indians behind me; they laughed, but when I got closer and asked, they frowned and just said it was something new, made by some carrier. I had never know the meaning, but it was curious to see before starting to climb. Someone have seen it or know the explanation?
According to Boi Bumbá legend, Catirina (farm’s servant) was pregnant and had the desire of eat the tongue of the bull, but not any ox, had to be the most beautiful in the farm. However it was the farmer’s favorite ox. Her husband Francisco killed the bull to realize his wife’s desire and they got away from the farm… That’s how the story began and this is the Catirina’s image I registered on Parintins Folklore Festival this year.
On last may, I traveled with a friend from Iran to India through some countries as Uzbekistan, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Pakistan… The whole trip was overland using the transportation we were able to find on the way. It was amazing! This image was at Darvaza Gas Crater a gas burning for many years in a crater. By night it creates a special moment for photography by leaving the surrounding reddish.
Sinhazinha da fazenda is a traditional character from Parintins Folklore Festival which is a popular party about the two bulls Caprichoso and Garantido.
This week I visited Colônia de Sacramento, a frontier port city that invites us to go walk on its streets paying attention to details. Mainly on historical zone with it’s ruins, alleys, colonial houses and great taste from the current dwellers.
That is the face of Brazil in the last days. The expression has started in São Paulo and spread to all country charging the government less corruption and the real attention to basic needs of the people. It started with violence then became pacific in some cities and now the violence is back because of the actions from vandals and opportunistic