Traditional plowing
I went to Mourão and find João at 7 pm. I asked him where he was going.
- Look're plowing afternoon. The land're f ***dry, leaving lumps of 50 KG.
I will now take Lazão (his horse) and will plow the land! But now everything is f*** dry again.
ME - I'm going with you then.
This series was made in photographic unfavorable circumstances . The light was low and unstable.
I tried to capture all the stages from which we get the horse, until leaving the slough.
I had to continuously adjust the machine settings to compensate for the decrease of daylight.
The last one I put it on the blog to tell the story ends. It was taken without a tripod, now completely night. With a very high ISO had to still use too low speeds without a tripod advisable nothing much less moving subjects. The photograph becomes stronger with contextualized meaning.
Plowing, seek, take Lazão, smoking a cigarette and talking time spent running. Our eyes became accustomed to the darkness that is not interrupted after 9 pm hours watering the garden. We reached home by 9:30 pm, a quiet night, clear with temperatures in July.
"Sometimes when I walk around this lands and realize it's 11 pm, i see everything on it like daylight" (João)
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