“Voyage Through Time” | Madeira Island |It is perfectly common to feel overwhelmed when we are standing in front of fragments of our own history, in the shape of monuments, sculptures, painting and other relics. In a way, these objects transport us to distant times, triggering our imagination and creating a solid conscience on our inside that we are just a spark in time, part of a common thread of humankind and its creations.
Curiously, we also have an innate desire to watch creations that did not need our intervention, and with time we learn to contemplate in awe the wonders of Nature, surprising us with their complexity and intricate details, showing attributes of beauty where it’s hard to accept the absence of a purpose.
The Forest of Fanal is one of such places, filled with centennial Til trees, whose arms twist and multiply while trying to reach for the heavens, with ferns, fungus and all sorts of natural elements growing from them, in a noble equilibrium which lasts for centuries. Located at several hundred meters of height, this place is frequently covered in intense fog during certain times of the year, creating the perfect and unique atmospheric conditions which allow for the rare existence of this specific flora, allowing us to contemplate these remarkable sculptures of nature which are capable of transcending our own finite notions of mortality, showing us in a such a strong way that we are an integral part of ecosystems filled with endless richness.
During my second photo trip to Madeira, made in October 2019, I was absolutely overwhelmed with the magnetism of this area, which I just had to visit and photograph multiple times, having been blessed with fog conditions that turned a place which is already quite beautiful under clear skies, into a scenery that seemed like it was taken straight out of the best fantasy movies. It is always such a pleasure to realize how reality can still surpass fiction under the right conditions…
não sou só primavera.
Também sou outono.
Quando eu for verão, espero te contagiar e te aquecer em mim.
No inverno, acolho e quero colo.
Pura. Simples. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Eu tenho coragens grandiosas e medos curiosos.
Deixei de lado a velha necessidade de ser forte o tempo todo: isso cansa e tem dias que, sinceramente, eu só quero folga. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Sobre velhas necessidades, a essa altura da vida, o que eu preciso mesmo é de gente de verdade.
Ser honesto é o mínimo.
Respeitar é o mínimo.
Ter cuidado é o mínimo.
Quando penso em veracidade, penso em gente que assuma fraquezas, saiba pedir desculpas, não crie caso com coisa pouca, gente que cultive o silêncio não constrangedor.
Gente que respeite o meu espaço e faça questão do seu, gente que não me culpe pelas suas faltas.
Quero gente que assuma os riscos.
Gente tão transparente, que eu possa ver além do corpo.