Sorry for the late post – long week.
This week My Town Friday Shoot-out comes from Rio de Janeiro
Wood on the hoof!
Elegant Metal!
The Biggest Stone
Photos of plants and flowers, landscapes and people, and comments on experiences while traveling inside and outside of Brasil (Brazil)
Sorry for the late post – long week.
This week My Town Friday Shoot-out comes from Rio de Janeiro
Wood on the hoof!
Elegant Metal!
The Biggest Stone
FMTSO - February 3 - Macro: Show case your town up close and personal!
Gosh dang-it, I can be so literal. [1. Being in accordance with, conforming to, or upholding the exact or primary meaning of a word or words.] It really blocks me. I read something; I hear something; an idea forms in my mind of what the words mean (to me). Then I flounder around, knowing or thinking I know what others might have meant by the words, the words don’t mean the same to me and I get stuck inside my literal box. I dig a hole for myself and I just keep right on digging until I run out of room and have to a choice.
I spent last weekend in Rio, digging….. Macro….[1. Of great size; large.] …. Okay that is Rio for sure, with 12 million and counting people, but how to take a photo of it – showcasing it up close and personal! I assumed that the assignee of this topic meant for us to do Macro Photography, to use macro photography to showcase an aspect of our cities – up close and personal…An aspect of a city of 12 million up close and personal…...Okay time to climb out of the whiney hole…..
Just today I decided to use some photos taken years ago instead of those I took this past week…. In mid June of 2010 FMTSO did Rock – large and small, and a few weeks after that our topic was Urban Macro – I decided I would bring you a few up close shots of Rocks and minerals of Brasil.
Out on the Barra – way out almost to Recreio, what seems to be south of the city but is really to the west, and good hours drive from Ipanema is a store that we often take visitors to see. Legep an wholesale outlet for stones and minerals from all over Brasil. Many come from their own mines, crafted and polish in their own workshops. They charge based on the weight of the stone and ship for you so you don’t have to lug your artwork through the airports or worry about baggage weight overages. Don’t miss going upstairs where there are bits and pieces of uncut stones that you can use to make into your own designs. Here is a few of my favorite pieces – up close and personal!
MyTownFridayShoot-Out January 27 - Delicate: Show us the delicate side of your town! The dancers, the flowers, the architectural ornaments...
You may read this post thinking that I have gone off on a tangent again, but this time I have just chosen to look at the word delicate as other than a soft pink tutu, or a single peach rose bud, which by the way couldn’t be found in Nova Friburgo. When I first read this week’s topic an idea immediately popped into my head. Then I spent considerable time trying not to use it. I walked through town, looking for photos that fit what I thought was the intent of the topic; talking with Camillo about my idea, having him try to talk me out of it, but, stubborn like I am, my idea didn’t go away. So I did what I always do when I am trying to prove my point, I started with definitions and I found the connection I was looking for.
Within the definition of delicate you can find the word fragile. When a word is used to define another those words are interchangeable…There are favorite or common word usages but they can be used as a replacements for each other without changing the meaning. For example, we would not say a delicate eco system, we would say a fragile eco system, both phrases convey the same meaning. {synonyms of Fragile; brittle, crisp, crumbly, decrepit, delicate, feeble, fine, flimsy, frail, frangible, friable, infirm, insubstantial, shivery, slight, unsound, weak, weakly}
I wanted to show you the delicate underbelly of my town; the Fragile City. Just a little more than a year ago we had major rains, flooding and mudslides in Friburgo. I have written about it a few times, and I’ve thought about it a great deal. You could fairly say that I have fixated on it. Maybe this is the first time I have been so closely tied to a disaster. The realization that my little corner of the world is not safe has been very difficult for me to get around. Maybe I have had too good a life, minor problems have happened close to me but without truly effecting me. For whatever the reason, this has shaken how I think about Nova Friburgo and its surrounding area.
Where I once saw the beauty of stone rising from the forest, I now see trees sitting precariously atop the soil. I see how fragile our hold is on the land. I now know that the relationship between man and nature is a very fragile one.
Where I once saw a road that connected us to the outside world, I now see what nature can do to reclaim its land, follow its plan over the millions of years to move the mountains to the sea.
Where I saw the structures of man as reassuring, strong. I now see that no matter how strong we build: how high, how wide the walls, nature can take away at will and we can be left hanging precariously to the edge of what we thought was a sold ground.
With its grand stones soaring high above the city, collecting the rain, funneling it down into the valley to the river, I can see that our truce with nature is a fragile one.
And we must feel humbled by how vulnerable our city is to the next summer rain.
I have spent so many hours lately cleaning out old files and trying to make my computer work like it should. It died anyway and had to be replaced. I guess I could think, if I were an optimist, that all things happen for a reason. So maybe the reason here was for me to find this poem, written 4 or 5 years ago. Never finished. Now I played with it a bit. Ask and received advice from one of my blogger pals. Camillo was also ask to read it and give an opinion – his note, “ Publish it someplace” and “there used to be a samba with the same theme, some of the same wording”, I promise I never heard it. If anyone knows the name of the samba let me know, I’d love to hear it.
So here it goes, a rare occurrence, a poem published.![]()
“Cidade Maravilhosa”
And the Lord laid his hands upon the earth saying,
“Let this land be blessed.”
The rock shall rise up from and of the sea in glorious splendor
and the sand; produced by the oceans, protecting the soil
as it descends shall touch this land
with soft gentle colors of brown and white.![]()
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The ocean waves shall be of many shades of blue,
indigo teal and sea foam green,
washing the sands in constant rhythm.
And so it was said. And so it was.
And the Lord created man in his image,
saying, “Go out upon this earth and multiply.”
lured by the glorious splendor,
arriving by sea from distant lands
from the jungles and the mountains.
And so they came in great numbers
creating by their own name:
the Cidade Maravilhosa.
As commanded, multiplying their numbers
crowding this abundant land with houses
precariously balanced atop the rock,
and tall buildings linked one by one
connected by roads twisted crisscrossed
and filled with noise,
drowning the sounds of the sea,
filling the land, the rivers and the oceans
with signs of their excesses.
And so it was said. And so it was.
And the Lord despaired.