More and more I hate flying! Not that I’m afraid of flying, actually the time in the airplane is the eye of the storm of this thing called “air travel after the pandemic” (not that before was great), which starts the time you try to book the flights. Yes, prices are sky high; yes, now every kind of luggage is paid separately; yes, the price of that is also sky high… But every time you trick to book something you seem to find a new trick up their sleeve, the most recent for me is some companies somehow finding a way to charge more for cabin luggage than checked luggage. Yup, you read it right, more expensive to bring the luggage with you in the cabin…
Still in the aftermath of Gustavo Minas workshop last weekend, one thing I really enjoy watching the outcome of when several photographers share the same limited space. It was already Sunday’s late afternoon and we were gathering for a beer before, everything was over, literally just chilling out before heading home. But all of us, as the light went down, eventually started taking some shots while chatting with the beer in the hand. Including me. And throughout the week, as people started sharing these late shots with everyone else, it felt nice to check all those different views of several photographers, at the same spot, at the same time.
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“a deslocação das pistas cerca de 1,6 quilómetros para sul ou a sua reorientação para que os voos de aproximação não passem por cima daquela localidade”
Há dúvidas ambientais, de migrações de aves de aquíferos, nada pode parar o progresso! Mas passar por cima dos senhores ricalhaços que querem ir andar de cavalo para a quinta, se calhar temos de pensar melhor. Novo aeroporto: Benavente pede pistas mais a sul e melhores acessos | Benavente | PÚBLICO
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.
O problema não é apenas pessoas que não leram um livro. Eu posso ter doutoramento em Física Quântica, mas isso não me dá autoridade para falar de Biologia. Mas muita da “verdade alternativa” hoje em dia vem daí. “Hoje pessoas que nunca leram um livro sobre um assunto acham a sua opinião equivalente à de um cientista que andou a vida a estudá-lo”
Recently I noticed someone complaining some photography Youtubers are bad photographers. What’s the problem with that?! I’m watching their videos, not buying their prints or photo books. I do follow some that I don’t find really talented in their photos, but that do create good photography content.
Foi bonita a festa, pá!Nestes tempos estranhos, ver este mar de gente a descer a avenida da Liberdade para os 50 anos do 25 de Abril enche-me a alma.Agora vou ali e já venho, até já!
Some picks from last Sunday’s walk with my mate Luís, feeling kind of lazy for some time so these challenges, or should I say dares, are the push I need. Feeling less and less pressure to actually bring cool photos when I go out, and enjoying that a lot.
There’s an unwritten rule that every once in a while a photographer must do a self portrait in a random shiny surface found along another photowalk. Here I found a golden opportunity for that!
Somehow the warm sunny days are the ones that feel just right to go around the neighborhood, and beyond, and do some photos. Just a handful of snaps from this weekend. #chelas #lisbon #portugal
Todo este filme à volta do livro que o Passos apresentou é mais uma estratégia para se lhes apontar o dedo e chamar “fachos”, não é? Porque é uma armadilha que se tem que começar a evitar, se se está preocupado com com as famílias então é falar das coisas que realmente as afligem, e não uma ideologia que nem sabem explicar.
If you follow me on Instagram you might have noticed that, in the last year or so, there hasn’t been a lots of posts outside travel updates or some picks of that day’s photo walk. Although I like to avoid that my feed becomes too tidy and planned, it’s nice to share some things that aren’t as much for that moment in time as the rest. Not only I’m awful in processing my archive, but the small part that actually gets worked on isn’t being put out there at all. Let’s try to invert that trend, fingers crossed…
I don’t like to feel sorry about the photos I don’t take, because it’s so often that I see a pretty light or a neat little scene that I can’t allow myself to go down that rabbit hole, but also because the beauty of photography is that some photos are meant to be taken. But sometimes you’re just walking out from a shop, and face a stylish elderly lady, in full pink mode from sunglasses to hat, and thinking I should’ve the camera that was hanging on my neck fully ready in my hands to take that shot! Like yesterday… Regardless that that camera’s battery was already dead…
Ainda a propósito destas sensações que o Ricardo Costa fala: há dias alguém que certamente se achava “imigrante de bem” dizia-me que Portugal tinha de pôr ordem na imigração por não tinha gostado de ver homens de turbante… …e africanos também…
Domingo a terminar em “beleza”, o mote foi a manifestação de hoje no Brasil. Uma conversa acesa com alguém a tender para o bolsominion, mas que mora cá, sobre a imigração em Portugal. A conversa teve direito aos chavões comuns, desde “eu não sou racista, mas…” a “eu até tenho um amigo preto”, mas há uma frase que me ficou na memória:
“Só uma revolução, só uma pessoa com muita firmeza para melhorar isso.”
Qual é este fascínio de muita gente numa figura messiânica, num salvador para resolver os nossos problems? Não é necessariamente um problema de esquerda ou direita, nem de se uma pessoa é religiosa ou não (se bem que neste caso…), que hoje em dia encontrarmos dogmas em tantos lados, mas faz-me pensar que é por isto que ainda vamos tendo ditadores e que não podemos baixar a guarda…
Short work trip to the Netherlands. Had a camera, as always. Shots obviously ended up happening, in between the grown up chores.
Some of last December photos, still in the Xmas rush, that were lingering in my hard drive.
January is an insanely long month, the longest of the year, so long it feels like it has been 90 days since I returned back home from another of my winter solstice trips, with so many happening in between. Without further ado, some random shots with no particular order or meaning of that lengthy month.
