Early Bird

The early bird may catch the worm, and the early fisherman, sometimes, catches a fish . . .

Reflexions on a Theme #2

The surreal world of the shopping mall, a mirror above the escalator . . .

Felicidade

Too chilled out to walk to the nearest beach bar? don't worry, one will come to you. Mine's a Caipirinha!

Rose-tinted Spectacles

Govenador Celso Ramos, a tranquil bay just over on the Continent, taken through the lens of my sunglasses.

Siesta

Only mad dogs and Englishmen . . .

In an alien landscape

From a distance I thought there was a large moth fluttering up and down in the roof space of the supermarket, above the well-stocked aisles, but it was just another hummingbird. Here they are known as Beija-flor, which means flower-kisser. No flowers to kiss in here though. Distracted by the naked fluorescent strip lights and reflective windows (it being dark outside), it kept flying back and forth, alighting on the wires of the supermarket signage, while it gathered its bearings and rested, affording me a few moments to observe its bright-green plumage. It must be quite a common occurrence though, for I was the only one who was taking any interest in our little feathered friend, within this diabolical, and oh so human landscape of fluorescent strip-lights, semiotics, garish packaging and piped musak.

Autumn Leaves

Still trying to get my head round this. It being September,  I would usually be walking through crispy, or more likely soggy, piles of autumn leaves.