Two pigeons- it's time to go to jail

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Two pigeons- it's time to go to jail

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Five photos recording  about two minutes in Canasvieiras today. 

The pigeons exhibited a good degree  of companionship, arriving, walking, pecking and leaving together. 

The brevity of their visit makes me feel that perhaps they were disappointed in what they might have found, or not found, on the street.

The graffiti in 1. states Ta  na hora ja ir pra cadeia - it's time to go to jail- and almost certainly refers to former president Jair Bolsonaro.

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Canasvieiras, sea, March 11, 2023

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Canasvieiras, sea, March 11, 2023, watercolour, A3

 

 

 

 

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Stem

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 Stem on the ground

 

 

 A witch's hand 

lay on the ground

 

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Canasvieiras, snuffling dog

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Canasvieiras,snuffling dog

 

 

 

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Canasvieiras, clouds, lines

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Canasvieiras, clouds, lines

 

 

 

 

 

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A crack, Rua das Sereias, Canasvieiras, a closer view

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A crack, R. das Sereias, Canasvieiras, a closer view

 

 

 This is a closer view of the wall on a previous posting. Isn't it a perfect crack?

 

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A wall with a crack, Rua das Sereias, Canasvieiras

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A wall with a crack, R. das Sereias, Canasvieiras

 

 

 

 

This is one of my favourite places. I love to stand here.

 

 I think it's not just one of my favourite places in my neighbourhood, or in Santa Catarina, but in the entire world.

 

I like to think about what lies behind the wall. I like how nature is overcoming the wall which now has a crack. I like the angle of the corner and the slight slope of the road. I love the sad feeling it all gives.

 

These things make me feel incredibly good.

 

 

 

 

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Canasvieiras, sea, December 12, 2022

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Canasvieiras, sea, December 2, 2022

 watercolour on paper, 40.5 x 28.3 cm

 

 

 

 

Canasvieiras, sea, December 2, 2022 - detail

 

Canasvieiras, sea, December 2, 2022 - detail

My thoughts on watercolour are that when the paper receives more than two brush strokes, the effect is heavy, because transparency is lost. 

So, it is a better to of watercolour in a two layer process, with strokes and dots than with innumerable layers. That makes it a much more graphic medium than oils.

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Lost hexagonal paving slab, Canasvieiras; corners; demarcations of areas of land

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Lost hexagonal paving slab, Canasvieiras

 

 

 

This is the same wall as featuring the ladder. I wonder who put this slab here?

 I am very fond of the corners of buildings especially when showing the same colour of wall with the light hitting one side more than the other so you can see a contrast.

 I will definitely seek out more such motifs. 

 I also like wasteland: building lots cleared but never constructed upon, abandoned parking areas, paving dilapidating. 

I very much like these areas to be enclosed, distinct. 

 Merely the fact of enclosure dramatically alters how we perceive a place. Enclosure declares ownership, privacy, usage, safety, danger, that access is limited or directed to specific uses or persons or species. 

Enclosure can be strongly physical, such as a high wall, or more modestly by light fencing. Or it can be even more lightly demarcated by a change of use, such as is seen between fields. And it can be demarcated symbolically, with occasional signs  as in London postal areas, or simply a thing that is known, like the territorial zones established by children in playgrounds.

 

 

 

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Canasvieiras,wall, a sort of ladder,

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Canasvieiras,wall, a sort of ladder,

 

 

It might not really be a ladder: It might be part of an ironing board or some kind of stand. 

What is certain, however, is that it is being used by pixies to get over the grey wall. 

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Trunk, part of a washing line post, wall, house

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 Trunk, part of a washing line post, wall, house

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These items have been here for several weeks now. 

 

The resemblance of the trunk to an animal carcass is obvious and awful.

 It's so obvious, indeed, that it surprises me that there isn't a local campaign to have the trunk removed. 

 

 

 

 

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A white piece of paper on the ground, folded slightly

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A white piece of paper on the ground, folded slightly

 

 

 

 

I now regret not inspecting this piece of paper which might have had some important or interesting things on it. 

 

Now it is raining heavily and the paper is surely destroyed.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dog, house, lion, dog

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Dog, house, lion, dog, Canasvieiras

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Home, Canasvieiras

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Home, Canasvieiras

 

 

 

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Canasvieiras,roots, wall

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Canasvieiras, roots, wall

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Rua das Sereias, large stone

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R. das Sereias, large stone

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The moon on the road

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the moon on the road

 

 

 

 

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Canasvieiras, clouds, sea, hut

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 Canasvieiras, clouds, sea, hut, watercolour on paper,  28 x 40 cm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Canasvieiras, clouds, sea, hut - detail

 

 

 

 

 

 

Canasvieiras, clouds, sea, hut - detail

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Canasvieiras, beach scene

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Canasvieiras, beach scene, watercolour, 38 x 28.5 cm

 

 

 

 

Canasvieiras, beach scene, watercolour, 38x 28.5 cm - detail

 

 

 

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My walk to the sea, around 10 am, Tuesday 25 October, 2022: part 4 / 4

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 My walk to the sea, part 4/4

 

 

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A piece of abandoned green plastic, most likely a fragment torn from a bin bag.

 

 

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A concave stone shrine harbouring a wooden Jesus, crucified, three benches 

Seeing Jesus here so close to the beach strikes me as anachronistic. I tend to think of the beach as a bit pagan, really.

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Sea with drinks seller's trolley and two people seated under a sunshade.

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The sea, sand, some clouds.

 

 

  I often walk to the sea but I rarely spend much time there. I find that when I`m at the sea I feel aimless. In fact, don't really find the environment enjoyable. It is bleak, and I perceive futility in this sort of leisure space which I feel is best suited to persons seeking recovery from illnesses, or caring for small children. 

Actually, I`d go further- the expanse of sea fills me with dread. And the views don`t offer much for conversation, either. They just...are.

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This was the end of my walk.

 When I got back, I felt quite good, happy in a mild way. The good feeling lasted all day, despite some bad news about a traffic fine and my driving license, which will probably be suspended for three months.

I will do a set documenting the return journey one day. But I am not sure when. But, to leave you on a cliffhanger, I don`t usually return the same way I go...

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