lemanjá (or Yemanjá) is the deity of the river that flows into the sea. She is the daughter of Olokun, the orisha king of the oceans. She decides the fate of all those who enter the sea. She is also considered the “Brazilian Aphrodite”, the goddess of love. She is powerful, and is concerned with every aspect of womanhood, fertility and family; she is also the protector of children. 

Iemanjá is celebrated on February 2nd, this year marked 100 years of celebrating in Rio Vermelho, also the first year since Covid that the celebration was held, and it was a lot! A lot of people, a lot of sounds, a lot of everything. The carnival atmosphere made it hard to focus on small ceremonies happening all down the beach. I’ve tried to photograph this ceremony before and haven’t had much luck, perhaps these images are a little closer to show the spirit of the morning.  

i know folks were worried about politics in Brazil, but this was the extent of any political messages - Lula 13 stickers were everywhere! The stairwell of this MLB was the focal point of the building, where folks met up to talk, where kids played and where we met most everyone.

enquanto ouver repressão havera resitencia / 

As long as there is repression there will be resistance.

Walking through Salvador we passed by a building covered in messages of uprising along with clothes drying on a line in many windows. That alone was interesting enough for me to photograph the exterior, it didn’t occur to me to go inside. Ernesto thought otherwise! Later that afternoon he talked with a few residents and they allowed us to come back to photograph.

“The Movimento de Luta nos Bairros, Vilas e Favelas (MLB) is a national social movement that fights for urban reform and for the human right to live in dignity. For the MLB, the struggle for housing is the main engine of the struggle for urban reform, as through it we managed to mobilize thousands of people, put pressure on governments and draw attention to the problems faced by poor people in large cities.” (From the MLB website) 

This building felt different from the Bonfim buildings of year’s passed - this community had an obvious structure to their goal, an organized leadership pushing the government to meet their demands for fair housing. You may see these images and think “how can they live like this” but this is far better than many are living in the city. As a community they will fight to convert this old school building into actual housing at an affordable rate. They will become owners of their space. A community in charge of their lives. Everyone was proud of the work they were doing, proud of their spaces they have created to live in, proud of their children (who loved all the attention!). In the U.S. you might call this squatting, but this is different. Do check out the link above - we could learn a thing or two from MLB!

Reconectando / Reconnecting

This return to Bahia felt very different for me, a lot of time was spent reconnecting with friends and families I haven’t seen in years and less time photographing. The joy of everyone being healthy, the surprise of new children and sadness on the loss of loved ones. After 4 years much has changed, but mostly, so much was the same. I’m not sure where to start so I will share as I edit. These are from the sem-teto building near the Bonfim in Salvador. When I was here last there were many families living in the old factory, now there are two and they have negotiated housing with the government but are awaiting news on when and where. Next time, this building will probably be gone… 

I’m usually good with notes of names but somehow forgot to write any down from here. I vaguely remember the Mother from a previous visit, but I may just be trying to connect a face to a place. It’s a tough situation to live in but they are making the best of it. Three very smart, fun and energized boys, one daughter and I believe she was pregnant again. Her husband was working up the road, he came by for a moment to drop off a toy for the youngest but couldn’t stay long. 

It’s been a minute, plus or minus two years, since I posted to my blog. Looking through the photos on my phone I thought no better time then now to start the blog back up. I’m not going to go through the challenge of copying over years of posts that are on Blogger so here’s a link to the good ol’ days through my eyes - http://journey.eyemaze.net