Sunday, 25 March 2012
Facets of the same flower and their friends in Cerro Azul
The other day, a group of us, photo lovers, went up the hills to Cerro Azul. I shared the car ride with two sweet and funny young ladies, one from Panama and the other from Venezuela. We laughed a lot, almost got lost and came back down still in time for lunch. From the point of view of photography, it was not a great trip at all, a bit frustrating actually. The photos I liked best are here below, a bit repetitive, I know, but.... there you go....
Friday, 9 March 2012
A photo outing with dad
While in Rio last month, dad and I decided to go for a photo outing. In actual fact, I had left Panama with some intention of doing something on those lines. Once I got to Rio I proposed him we went on some sort of photo shooting and he immediately agreed to it.
Choosing a place to go in a city that, excuse me for not being humble at all, is absolutely gorgeous and extreme charming was some how a bit difficult but we quickly agreed on going to the extreme point of Copacabana beach where one finds fishing boats, nets, kids playing around and Copacabana Fort. So what else could a Historian, who is now photographing whose inspiration started with her father's teaching, desire? Nothing else!
We met at 5 PM, which was still a 4 PM sun, as Rio had day light saving time. Dad was Big Ben punctual and I arrived some 5 or 10 minutes late. As soon as we got our equipment out and started setting apertures and what have you, two young brothers decided to be our models for the day... so cute... they were on a role and so were we.
After shooting the boys and the beach, we walked to the Fort and... yet again, another warm moment reminding me the extraordinary person dad is... to enter the Fort, one has to pay a fee. So, I approached the cashier but before payment, I had a thought. As we were in a military premise, I decided to ask if a navy officer had to pay to get in. The man replied that if he had his ID on him, he wouldn't have to. So I turned to dad and asked for his ID... dad, making a bit of a concerned face, gave it to me. At the time I didn't quite understand why the concerned face... maybe I have been away from Brazil and family far too long... I showed the ID and in the following second heard whistles, trumpets and the whole shabeng. The officers who were on duty under the entry arch formed a line. Surprised with the coincidence of us entering the Fort as a major officer were to leave the Fort I told dad, "oh look, I guess the big general is leaving the place now"... he than gave me a half smile and as a gentleman leads me through the corridor formed by the saluting officers.... oh boy... silly me... how did I not realize that the whole thing was for my own dad!! Oh my Lord help me here!
Anyway, have fun!
Choosing a place to go in a city that, excuse me for not being humble at all, is absolutely gorgeous and extreme charming was some how a bit difficult but we quickly agreed on going to the extreme point of Copacabana beach where one finds fishing boats, nets, kids playing around and Copacabana Fort. So what else could a Historian, who is now photographing whose inspiration started with her father's teaching, desire? Nothing else!
We met at 5 PM, which was still a 4 PM sun, as Rio had day light saving time. Dad was Big Ben punctual and I arrived some 5 or 10 minutes late. As soon as we got our equipment out and started setting apertures and what have you, two young brothers decided to be our models for the day... so cute... they were on a role and so were we.
After shooting the boys and the beach, we walked to the Fort and... yet again, another warm moment reminding me the extraordinary person dad is... to enter the Fort, one has to pay a fee. So, I approached the cashier but before payment, I had a thought. As we were in a military premise, I decided to ask if a navy officer had to pay to get in. The man replied that if he had his ID on him, he wouldn't have to. So I turned to dad and asked for his ID... dad, making a bit of a concerned face, gave it to me. At the time I didn't quite understand why the concerned face... maybe I have been away from Brazil and family far too long... I showed the ID and in the following second heard whistles, trumpets and the whole shabeng. The officers who were on duty under the entry arch formed a line. Surprised with the coincidence of us entering the Fort as a major officer were to leave the Fort I told dad, "oh look, I guess the big general is leaving the place now"... he than gave me a half smile and as a gentleman leads me through the corridor formed by the saluting officers.... oh boy... silly me... how did I not realize that the whole thing was for my own dad!! Oh my Lord help me here!
Anyway, have fun!
Darling Dad 1
Darling Dad 2
Father daughter bonding
Rio in an oldie format or...
... in a full colored format?
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