Fading...



Memories are vivid but the feelings are fading. I remember exactly where I was and what was happening, I remember the air, the temperature and the smell of the engine failing as we floated along the river waiting for a tow... but I cannot feel the emotions anymore. The saddest part of time.

"We got the sky to talk about, And the world to lie upon..." 
  To Live is To Fly by Townes Van Zandt

Inbetween the frames...















...that make the edit are so many more images. So many wonderful people we meet along the way, moments filled with laughter, stories and so often a beer. Very seldom do you come across someone that truly doesn't want their photo taken, and if you do, usually after a few moments of conversation you are invited inside and taking photos after all. It's wonderful! So these are just a few images of the many, taken in the first two days on our wanders through Cachoeira. I miss these moments.

Cachoeira #1



I've carried around prints from this trip to Bahia all week. I flip through them on the subway trying to remember every detail of each day. Where were we, what time was it, what made me take this photo? This was from the first day in Cachoeira, the workshop didn't start for another two so it was nice to wander and refocus my energy out of NYC and into Bahia time. Tammy and I decided to wander through town with our cameras seeking interesting. We found it and so much more. From Yemenja preparations and celebrations, on the water and in folks homes, to the best first beer (or two) of the trip with some wonderful locals just enjoying Saturday in the shade. Cachoeira is a pretty small town and almost all those we met on this first day popped in and out or our adventure over the next two weeks. A beautiful start to a wonderful adventure!

Somewhere near Cachoeira.

reality sets in...



No longer waking in spurts of "where am I!?" but still dreaming of Carnaval to Boipeba, Salvador, Cachoeira and so many stops in between. I'm missing that white van, the sun, the laughter and of course the Quebras Molas.