Category Archives: My Photography

Brazil: A Country of Extremes

favela_kids

A couple of kids routing through rubbish. It was not clear to me whether they were playing or looking for something. As all the rubbish on this embankment has been thrown there from the houses these kids live in, I tend to think that they’re playing. Two more kids look down from the top of the wall, pointing. I think this scene is equivalent to retrieving a ball that’s gone over a neighbour’s fence.

This is the view from the side window of my apartment. These are my neighbours.

This rubbish strewn embankment (and our condo’s high wall with electrified fencing on it!) is all that physically distances us from the inhabitants of this small favela. Read the rest of this entry

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Me, My Photos and I

sony and me

I have developed quite a taste for photography since I’ve been here. It started with the digital camera that my parents bought for me before I flew out. My father takes the buying of technology very seriously and spent considerable time reviewing and looking up info for each of the compact cameras that were available at the time. The one that he and I finally settled on was the little Sony (in silver not pink, though I was very tempted).

So most of the photos I will be posting were taken with this small but very effective (in my opinion) Sony Cybershot. I sometimes use my husband’s fancy changable-lens Pentax, but sadly it’s out of commission at the moment after being dropped onto the tile floor by the beasts.

I’d love to be all fancy, like the more professional photographers, and tell you what settings and lenses I used for each photo but in all truth I usually can’t remember.

I’ll gradually be posting a selection of my favorite photos from the last couple of years. It’s a good opportunity to sort out and re-arrange all the jumbled up photo folders on my computer for one thing.  Hopefully each photo will have a story, but I may post some (ones that I am particularly proud of) on their own and let the image speak for itself.

So to start with let me show you some photos I took of what is, probably, one of the most iconic tourist attractions on the globe:

Cristo Redentor or Christ the Redeemer.

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Dark Compassion

Large Butterfly

This is a butterfly that I saw in a national park near Gramado, south Brazil. It was huge, the distance from wingtip to wingtip being about 20cm.

Dark Compassion

A hole, so deep
A dark, so midnight black
A soul, lost, forgotten…alone
Alone, alone, alone

A hole to hide in
A dark compassion
A soul afraid to leave
the comfort found within
Safe, safe…alone

A hole to fly from
A dark place lighted
A soul, brave, bathed in new light
stretches tired wings
A moment’s hindsight
for the blind safety left behind
Not safe…not alone

Me 22.10.08 (before I became the gringa)

This poem was written during a very difficult time in my life. When I wrote it I was just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, the end to a period of unrest and confusion. I had carved out a new life for myself, a new identity in many ways. I was so hopeful for the future, but also, still feeling somewhat mentally scarred from the past.