On The Go
Quick picks and previews, taken with the phone or processed with the phone, usually while travelling but also random moments from everyday routine.
Having a major blackout today in this corner of Europe, obviously I was waiting for nightfall for what I might get from my window. …and power returned just in time for me to take some shots!
It’s neither Winter or Spring…
Poster mosaics
The last bits of light of Sunday, snaps from walking around just before the weekend ends.
The David Lynch vibes of Puerto Natales…
A aproveitar as horas calmas para ver as fotos.
Exposição Pop-up da Narrativa no espaço abandonado da antiga Manutenção Militar. Durante anos andei pelas ruas em volta, todo o meu ensino secundário foi feito por ali, mas aquela mistura estranha de zona industrial e rural sempre fez com que houvessem áreas grandes com muros não deixavam ver para dentro. A Manutenção Militar era um desses espaços. E que piada tem explorar e descobrir um espaço assim pela primeira vez, anos depois!
Mobile snaps from yesterday’s performance of Tiamat at Under The Doom festival, including a special feature of Moonspell’s Fernando Ribeiro (forth, yellow lights photo), and what a trip it was! It’s not the first time I see them live, not even the first time I have the pleasure of having them share stage with Fernando, but being able to be on the first row in a setlist so focused on the iconic Clouds and Wildhoney albums was that special!
Snaps from a family’s slow Sunday lunch away from the city, where all that’s missing is the lunch itself. Probably the last of the summer, but with climate change you never know.
Playing with light.
Going after beach vibes away from the sea, some of the picks from lakes Ohrid and Prespa 🇦🇱 🇲🇰
Quick picks from the last few hot summer days in Berat.
About this last weekend, there’s only one thing to talk about: workshop with the talented Gustavo Minas. Literally two very full days, of learning, sharing, taking photos and, of course, with some beers in between.Now it’s time to take a deep breath and let the dust settle.
The first weeks of the year are always a time for retreat for me, a time to lay low and look ahead. Last week was just that, after the rush of the end of year, with festivities and travels, eagerly waiting to slow down, so much that even the desire to go out and take photos was put on hold. The exception is when you get a nice view from the window. #beirabaixa #portugal
In a territory that gets emptier each year, where traditions slowly dwindle, every one of those that still thrives, or is even recovered by people that are not willing to give up yet, feels like a sign a hope that not all is lost. Really happy to finally see this red mask back to the streets of Vale de Porco, hoping to be able to see it again and again in the upcoming years. #wintersolstice #velhodevaledeporco #trasosmontes #portugal
One of the most beautiful masks of the winter traditions of Trás-Os-Montes is also one of the most challenging to photograph.. The single masked figure is constantly running from door to door, with very few breaks, and always surrounded by men who guide him through the streets, because of the very limited visibility of the heavy mask. Except when there’s something in the costume that needs some urgent repair. #wintersolstice #chocalheirodebemposta #trasosmontes #portugal
The fog that has been the norm throughout Trás-Os-Montes this end of year. #trasosmontes #portugal
Someone once told me at Constantim that the problem isn’t finding people to dance at each front door of the village, is having someone that actually opens the door… All these Winter Solstice rituals are very different but have one thing in common, at least here in Portugal, there’s always one or more characters that go to each house, where who lives there welcomes them (and their entourage) and celebrate together. If those doors remain shut, which is more and more common, then all this becomes just another parade.
Galhofa. Wrestling on top of straw in the barns of Trás-Os-Montes, where showing one’s strength goes hand in hand with local rivalries. Because not everything related with winter solstice has to do with masks.
Yesterday, when I wrote about masks becoming less important to me as I go more often to these masked traditions, this is a bit why: the joy of celebration, the sharing of an identity, those were subtle things I was referring to. The kind of things that actually drive me more to go there than just the mistery of the masks and costumes. Not on purpose, but today the photo I picked from today’s visit to Grijó de Parada was more in tune to that.
