Showing posts with label traditional. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traditional. Show all posts

Friday, 26 April 2013


Traditional olive harvesting in Trás-os-Montes


Images that transport us to other time.
The olive harvest has changed dramatically over the past two decades. Machines began to replace people and began changing work modes.

The way thet this tradition was alive was passing it from generation to generation, parents taught their children year after year. Today this cycle stopped, the olive harvest is mechanized and this knowledge falls invariably in oblivion.

With this documentary the author intends to keep a faithful retracto one way of doing things forgotten, lost in time.

This documentary shows how for centuries the olive is picked up from the buckling to the traditional clean, is a trip to the past, a trip to a time still alive in the memories of many.


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http://socialdocumentary.net/photographer/jorgesarmento
http://www.jorgesarmento.com

Thursday, 30 August 2012


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)


See +


http://socialdocumentary.net/photographer/jorgesarmento
http://jorgesarmento.com