| BLACK SPECTRES |
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Driving across endless shimmering plains of serado in Bahia, Northeastern Brazil, cacti stand like voodoo poles, vultures circling far above, black death-kites high in indigo skies, other-worldly. Constantly shifting panoramas scorched ochre-red, the shrubbery parched. Then a dot, walking towards us, becomes a form so mad it un-nerves in this wildness. An Afrikan spectre, filthy rags like kites, all black; hair matted, eyes too ghastly, frightening to behold. Who are they, these crazies out here in the middle of this desert? How do they survive? One needs water. Where do they get that? Four we pass in three days driving.
The Searado Bahia |
