Arquivo da categoria: Photography

B&W Sunset

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I See What You`re Doing…


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A Train

Sometimes, the light in the end of the tunnel is a train. Sometimes thats a great thing! :o)

Às vezes a luz no fim do túnel é um trem. Às vezes isso é ótimo!


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On Church Ave.

Sometimes you just wanna call it a day

But that just could not be, farther away

So many stations to count

Til you say baby, I`m home!

Stop on Grand Central and take the S to Times Square

But this train is stuck on Church due to traffic

and no pray will get me there!

NYC is just like an open wound

It hurts to see it sometimes

But its still so true.


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On Cynicism

“A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.”
Oscar Wilde

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Sleep No More!

Quais são as chances de uma ligação te convidando para ir ao cemitério num final de tarde chuvosa ter um “sim” como resposta? Antes de responder, pense que é uma daquelas tardes em que a luz acabou em parte da cidade, e nuvens pretas despontam o horizonte como que dizendo: NÃO!

100% de chance!

Nunca fotografei o cemitério da minha cidade e não poderia deixar passar a chance de fazer fotos, no mínimo, interessantes!

Com a inspiração em Macbeth, aquele capaz de matar não só quem dorme, mas o sono propriamente dito, segue a minha versão de Sleep No More!

Achei ter ouvido uma voz chorando, “Não Dormirás Mais!

Macbeth está matando o sono” – o sono inocente

Sono que afasta todas as preocupações.

Sono que coloca cada dia em descanso,

banhar do trabalhador cansado, bálsamo das mentes feridas,

prato principal no banquete da vida”


What are the odds of answering a call inviting you to go to the cemetery on a stormy late afternoon with a yes? Before you reply, bear in mind it`s one of whose afternoons when the light on parts of the city is down and black clouds arise on the horizon as if saying: NOPE!


I`ve never shot the cemetery of my city and I could not let this chance pass! The interesting result came with the play Macbeth as inspiration. Macbeth, the one capable of killing not only those who sleep, but sleep itself.

Enjoy my version of Sleep No More!

“Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!

Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,

The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,

Chief nourisher in life’s feast.”

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Yet another cocktail party

Last piece I wrote, about Sebastião Salgado`s work was probably one of the best things I ever did. Not because I was right and my arguments were sound, but because I was wrong and had the opportunity to learn by writing it and discussing it with people.

Right the day after I published it, a very dear friend of mine, Rubens, came to me and told me: “Well, I have a theory”. It took me about 4/3 of a second to reply: “here we go!”. According to Rubens what I see as conformism and taking the same picture “over and over” is, in fact, the artistic identity of the author. When I fail to reach obvious conclusions, I take comfort over the fact that I can change my point of view rather quickly when well convinced. Its something like being dumb, but changing quickly when alerted. Yes, Rubens was and is right. I don’t expect to leave the theater crying after a Michael Bay movie. I expect explosions and lasers and giant robots and more explosions and military and DECEPTICONS! Calling Michael Bay an artist worth discussing seems like pushing it but it serves to illustrate my point.

Looking back, to my own preferences, thank god Monet, Rembrandt, Metallica, Led Zeppelin or Deep Purple all had their identity.

That, in the other hand, does not invalidate the passion for the new. Silverchair did it, Linkin Park did it, Metallica did it AND IT SUCKED. Let`s leave Sebastião Salgado with poverty in high contrast B&W.

Rubens is right, end of story.

During the same week, I had another opportunity to learn a Photographic Lesson. This time with my cousin Elisa. She was attending a course on architectural photography, and recorded a part of the class. The guy was talking crap all over the place. From a wrong explanation about dynamic range to a terrible explanation about lenses and crop factor. Latter she sent me the link of an article about art and beauty in photography and I went, as the internet says, full retard on her. I was just so overwhelmed about the quantity of bullshit people have the courage to post online. I mean, Aesthetics is a subject older than Plato. For over 1.500 years we, humans, debate on what is beauty and where does it comes from or why. Then, some ass from the middle of nowhere rises to state his opinions based on, well, his opinions and that`s it. Elisa took a deep breath (yeah, I could hear it over the recorded audio on whatsapp) and said: “well cousin, I think you are overly critical. When people know nothing about something they start discussing it until they can make some sort of knowledge”.

Can you smell it? No? It`s the smell of me being wrong. I should definitely rename the blog to: Zonda`s path through the land of wrongness. She is right about the right to state crappy empty opinions. I think, in the other hand, I`m right about the need to seek for knowledge before rising and lecturing people over the internet. We can ditch knowledge for opinions, but that only help us looking dumb.

That`s why I decided to run a project that`s in standby for too long. I will record audio files, of 10 minutes each, about technical aspects of photography. From the very beginning (aperture, ISO, shutter and other basic skills) to the land of strange words and expressions. I hope that I`ll convince Elisa to help me doing some artistic files as well, so it will not get too boring. I`ll record lessons in Portuguese, and while I appreciate the time and patience of all my friends in reading this blog in English so I can practice my second language, no one deserves to hear me speaking for 10 minutes in rusty English!

And, to wrap it up, some pictures I took today with my friend Rubens and his beautiful fiancée Nicolle!




My variation on a lame theme

My city, Brasilia, is a place of extremes

It has a harsh dry season with no color or green

Then, all of the sudden, it looks like spring

As yellow leafs fall and then flow with the wind

It`s a beautiful moment like no other I`ve seen

The city turns into yellow before it becomes green


It’s a magnificent spectacle as the “Ipês” (Tabebuia aurea) blossom. Usually flowers are colorful and vivid to attract bees and other pollinizing agents. In my city, the tree attracts a different kind of creature: the photographers. They pollinize the internet seeding pictures on Instagram, Facebook and god knows where else. Over the years, the “Ipê” turned into a very dull photographic theme, as you could virtually find every angle of every tree, day by day, online. Don’t get me wrong, the only reason for this movement is the inspiring beauty of the tree over our harsh background.

My friends, nonetheless, challenged each other into capturing the tree in a “non-lame” way. I went out with my camera and tried. I know the feeling of photographic defeat. It`s that weight on the shoulders after you look at the camera screen and sees a picture that doesn’t even resembles what you were trying.

So that`s it.

I actually don’t like, but accept defeat

And, as a token of humility present to your screen

My very best effort, into a lame theme. :o)

Smoke Squadron


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