Once, I was alone driving in a very retired road in my contryside.
I didn't see any car, any people for more than 40 minutes... when finally
I saw a man in a horse on the top of the climb, carring a red flag. Brazilian's
use to call this man as Ponteio, and he signalizes to drivers going slower,
because there will have a boiada (means a large group of ox) near the road.
I had never seen one like that before. I mean, a really big big one.
I reduced my speed, and some meters at my front I saw more horses and men.
They waited me and asked to stop the car. I was afraid of them, but stopped.
I started to feel a subtle vibration on the ground... and them a bursting fog image closed all my windows, and I stayed frozen, dizzy, without breathing, hearing the sound
of them , the bulls sound, running around my car as a river flood.
This was an eternity concept perception of moment.
The magic to be alone and inside this nature's power passing.
When I shot this one, I was remembering that fantastic sound of my countryside.
Not a coincidence that we have a cultural party called Bumba-meu-boi :)