| WHAT DO THEY DO HERE? COTTON FLATS OF BAHIA |
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Across endless plains flatter than my islander’s mind can comprehend we seem to float for hours driving without seeing villages, houses or any signs of humanity other than the road on which we travel. Cemeteries of cotton plants, vast fields, their once snow tipped stalks now plucked naked, stand scorched in rigor mortis across arid, ochre landscapes. Cobalt skies form a seamless vault above, lit only by death sentries, black vultures circling as eye catching as daylight stars. What do young men do here? Certainly they plant, grow and pick cotton - but in the off seasons they gamble, drink and dally with other men’s women folk I am told. Just like all young men!
Cotton Flats, Bahia Brazil
The incredible Blue of Bahia Oases |
