My Weird Companion

Being a proud owner of a bearded dragon called Benedito! (It's just  funny name, no story behind it.)
It wasn't planned at all by me, it was all my husband's idea since he's all into reptiles. It was either this fella or a damn snake! I didn't even let him finish the sentence when he started the conversation about getting one. Sorry, but in my house to snakes or spiders allowed... no freaking way!
So at this point I started reading all about them, how their organs or not at all in the same places like a rat, per say, being cold blooded meant having warm and cool areas inside the terrarium, building caves and hammocks for it to sleep, but nothing freaked me out the most than giving him live food. I got used to worms and locusts, but crickets?! Noooo, they look and smell like cockroaches, besides they jump everywhere and tend to nibble the poor dragon during he's sleep.

"When I was 1 month old, I was
as tiny as you can see!"

Here we are, one year after we took him in he's big and amazingly beautiful. He changes colours depending on the mood but he's main tones are orange around the eyes and beard, beige and yellow as background color. When he gets cold he tends to turn into shades of grey and black, or even during he's sleep.
It rarely happened and when it did he was just spooked with a sound or caught by surprise, his beard gets all black and swollen! It's he's way to intimidate people, it's in his nature but he's just a spoiled and hugely loved lizzard... cof cof... I mean, dragon that is!


While we, humans, have zits and spots during puberty dragons are way ahead of us. They get free peelings!

For those who go EEEEWWWWWWWHHHHH... over this peculiar animal I understand because they're cold spiky and don't interact much, but hey! they don't bite, or at least if you pet them and spoil them that will be the least of your problems. My guy enjoys sleeping on my chest covered by the blanket, there's something about human warmth and my breathing movements that rock him to sleep in no time. And believe me when I say he interacts, he asks to come out of the terrarium and explore the living room. Usually he goes straight to the balcony door to get some daylight even in cloudy days.



Brazil: a second look

March is ending soon and it's still freezing outside; but my body and mind are already craving for light clothes and bare feet - by saying this I've just realised my poor feet haven't seen any daylight for a few long months.

It's in these times when the longing for the warmth and the sun clench, is at this time that gives me the will to revisit somehow my last contact with summer which in this case was passed in an unusual way, in the November! (Exactly, right when the cold was starting to show its claws here in Dublin.) 
Brazil was a very different holiday destination, full of unique experiences of flavours and smells.
Every day I embraced a new flavour: the local fruit popsicles sold by street vendors in the bus, the fresh coconut water available in every corner of the streets, acarajé and beiju from stalls at the square, the sun dried meat barbecue house closest to home ... I could stay here all day describing each flavour but eventually I would end up frustrated by the lack of best words.
So I prefer to leave you with a few pictures I took through the streets of Salvador. Some were taken in a moving car or so fast that I couldn't frame them the way I wanted. But still, I hope to convey to you a little of my experience in Salvador da Bahia.

These photos were NOT edited.

Cameras: Nikon FE

On one of the many days I'd spend snooping inside my grandfather's cabinet full of photographs and albums he decided to open a box that always intrigued me and was kept on the bottom of the cabinet.
In it was a range of equipment and accessories. From brushes to pumps to vacuum the dust from lenses, lenses and two machines. I don't remember one's model but there were two Nikon, and one I use it frequently. It already went under a restoration by replacing the isolation and the broken light meter.
Most of the photos are shot with this wonderful camera and whenever I go somewhere I'll take it with me along with the digital.
I must confess that with film cameras nothing makes me more excited than the sound of the shutter opening and closing, the tune of a whole machinery working when you press the button. Nothing pleases me more than to pull the film to the next photo and nothing gets me more excited than lead, wait and get the final results. For this kind of photography I avoid using Photoshop, otherwise a film photo stops making sense.

Cameras: Mamiya C330

Mamiya C330
This is the camera with more history than all the others. This was the machine that my great-grandfather used mostly in his last days as a professional photographer and when searched for medium format cameras of the same brand I was surprised that this is a brand that practically only produces for the professional industry.
So this little baby uses a 120mm film roll which makes it more difficult to find a store that reveals this type of film and even if found the prices are not very inviting. So I don't go around burning rolls a la loca or I'll go bankrupt ... Ah! Another thing, the fact that this machine doesn't have a light meter so shooting.

On my next posts I'll be introducing you the rest of the family!

First of all let me clarify a fact, I am not a photographer, more an enthusiast. I have studied photography in College (analog and darkroom photography) for a year and followed some online courses with basic and essential tips the rest were all from experience and many rolls spent.
As for the cameras, the main topic of this post, some were offered to me and others were inherited from the family. It is fortunate to have had a photographer great grandfather and some of the cameras have passed from hand to hand until they came to mine!
When I moved to Ireland I was separated from them for about a year, but now I have them here with me and even A. gave me a new pair of spy cameras to add to the family.