I've been using the 60mm macro lens on my camera lately.
The only thing I don't really like is the need of a tripod most of the time. I knew that when I purchased this lens, but I enjoy the photos, I don't go far to take photographs as before...aaaah, before. The delights of a single life. I am remembering the time I went to a photo school and we (teacher and class mates) would gather on Saturdays to go somewhere to shoot and talk about our favorite subject: photography. Darn it, I moved to US and I don't know where I put the negatives of that time. They could be lost, they could be still in Brazil, but mom doesn't have a clue. I am sure I packed them when I moved...all I found were the slides. Photos taken with an old Canon Rebel (no digitals that time and no Photoshop) and with
Kodachromes. I still heart films. I think everyone that is starting to learn Photography should learn about lab and film. I loved to be in the lab. I was 20 years old and processing photos on paper was an addiction!!! It's funny to think that our hobbies change all the time. Although I like Photography very much I would not work shooting weddings or parties. It's hard to communicate with people and make them to understand certain things. Kinda boring. One day I thought that I would like to work as a photographer, today...I don't think so. I still think about going back to school one of these days. I like Art. Nothing else. Well, while little one is little, haha, I don't think about jobs at all, just because my paycheck will be given to a preschool. I prefer to give my time to him and see him growing. I don't like the idea of tossing my kid in a not so nice place just to meet other people and have a social life. I would, if I had to. As for going to school...it depends on my gpa and tests...I doubt
they would let me in! I could try it.
This girl was a model that I shot in 1995. I wanted to do a portfolio and I had a tight budget. I offered her photos for free and she posed for me. I can't remember her name!
These photos were taken in the Northeast of Brazil. I lived there for about one year.
Now I am remembering the time I was a sales person in Rio. Horrible. I used to work in a boutique, not cheap clothing at all. We were 5 girls, the cashier and the manager in the store. We had to sell good to make better salary by the end of the month. Some people would drive me nuts. They would ask me to try everything, make me all sorts of questions, spend 2 hours in the fitting room and leave without buying a single belt. Aaarrrght!!! And the manager would say..."oooh you have to talk more, be pushy..." What? Some sellers would be really mean. You could clearly see that the particular skirt was awful on certain client, but they had to say.."it's perfect..." Eeeew. Not to mention sellers bullying on each other. Not for me. No patience for that. Depressive.
Olinda, a historic city in Pernambuco brings me great memories! So much culture and traditions!
The sun, the beaches, the people, the culture, our heritage, our treasures, the music...because Brazil is not only samba, soccer and naked butts. Unfortunately the media is so bad about that!
I miss Rio. A lot. Today I had a bad dream that made me sweat. My little one was kidnapped and I spent the whole dream trying to get him back. I woke up with him touching my arm and saying..."mom, it's morning time, can you get up?" It was a relief. Sooo, yes I am still afraid of going to Rio. It's my city and I feel so ashamed of being afraid of my own city, because living there, I wasn't so afraid like now. But yes, it's dangerous. But its beauty, its accent, its mood make me forget about its perils. It's all about my children. They are not "cariocas" and I am sure they will catch attention from people. Because unfortunately, people still think that in America we are all riches. Ok, I won't compare country and people, it's not fair! It's not my intention to do so. The obvious is out there. I don't blog to make it sure.
Itacuruçá Island, Rio de Janeiro.
Last, my grandpa holding my dad's guitar. He is not alive anymore and I am glad that this image was really appreciated by my mentors, 13 years ago...
I stil remember that day. It was September 1994. Sunny, royal blue sky. Contrary to all the teachings about shooting after 4 pm (because you get better light), this one I took by noon!!! No Photoshop, the way it is...
All right, enough for today. Time to cook....eeeeew and take kids to the park, aaaaaawww!
Labels: Brazil, personal, photography
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13 Comments:
You don't like cooking? I sure don't. I like baking and making treats.. but I can never figure out what to make for dinner. :)
You photos are simply amazing Zee. I was so excited when your post came up on Google reader.. I really look forward to them!
You are a true artist.. in the very best sense of the word.
Hi Zee,
I am feeling better now, thank you. But only God knows for how long.
What a nice post! I miss all that too and understand how you feel about Rio.
I think your pictures are amazing! I really like the last one and no wonder your mentors liked it so much. I am gathering the things for our swap. It is looking nice. :)
Hope you have a great Easter weekend.
Many kisses!
Absolutley beautiful photography!
I just love your workspace, wanna come and do up mine?! :)
Oh Zee!!! What beautiful pictures!
I loved them and the story behind them. Thank you for sharing a little bit of your world with us. It's cold here and there is still snow on the ground, what I would give to be by the beach!!!
You are a very talented photographer, these are fantastic images! Glad I came across your post on the Etsy forum today!
Lindas fotos as tuas. Que máquina usas? Estou querendo comprar uma, que a minha está velhotinha :)) Obrigada pelos votos de aniversário. :***Bjicus
Sonia
Oh, Pernambuco my home! I miss, miss, miss that sooooo much!
Ahh I love all your phtos, but I must say I LOVE the style you've developped lately. The close to home photos are fabulous; So vivid and colorful :-)
Não sabia que vc tb fazia crochê ! Vc é mesmo muito versátil.
Lembrei do tempo que passeamos pelas ruas de Olinda. Qdo vcs jantaram naquele restaurante e eu fui passear com o Erik para vcs terminarem.
Vc parece estar saudosa do Rioo, do Brasil... das coisa brasileiras...
Esta semana comprei um adesivo q lembrou-me vc: " Sou brasileira e não desisto nunca !"
Bjs mil
BB
Para o Box CARA-DE-PAU alumínio...
Já devias ter entendido por A+B, que com você não quero assunto e muito menos amizade. Todavia, continuas largando suas delicadezas falsárias no meu blog, mas saibas desde já, que o alumínio do seu "box" muito reflete a sua inveja. Já o seu box, és a condição em que vives, num box, sem saída, porque assim como umas e outras por aí, tua vida se concentrou na minha. Vais viver a tua. Vais procurar as tuas amigas de verdade, vais destilar o teu veneno por outras bandas. Me deixa em paz. Tenha vergonha dessas atitudes. Será que não se vende mais óleo de peroba na Bahia não??? Santo Deus. Jesus Maria José. Arrego, tá amarrado!!! Larga do meu pé, ô chulé.
I am from rio as well. I loved the city It is heaven on earth. I also lemember the "muleques" and "menjingos" das favelas. I do not miss that.
Wow, your photography is amazing. You really have talent!
I love that picture of your grandpa and the guitar. that is a perfect picture for a library or a cozy sitting room...i take pix like that and have them made into cards for family members! great photography!
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