"A happy guy with a camera in his hand"​

Since I was little, my eyes shone at the end of the year festivities, not because of the gifts, but because my uncle Dimas (Dimas Guedes), the photographer, would arrive and bring with him, in addition to the older cousins, his camera.

He carried a bag with several lenses and small black pots of 35mm film. From time to time he would gather the family on the sidewalk of the house, and he would place the camera across the street on a tripod, and run into our midst, and as if in a magical moment, the camera would take the picture by itself. I never understood how that was possible, but one day I knew I would understand such a thing.

Time passed and that boy with attentive eyes moved to the other side of the camera. Today, I keep trying to understand how some noble mortals that I have as a reference in photography (if I were to quote each one of them this text would become a book), manage to capture images that transpose composition and reality, and manage to reveal feelings without a single word being heard, as if we could smell that place, the heat or cold that that photo reveals.

I like to read, books not so much, one a month is enough for me, but photos… photos, that’s what I like to read, understand, decipher, unveil the light, direction, brightness and darkness that each image shows or hides from us .

This is me, a little confused in what I say, but decided in what I do. It’s my mining way of being. For myself, Bruno, from Minas Gerais and from Uba, photographer of happy moments, married to the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen, father of the most adorable child, Christian in love with Jesus and future resident of heaven.

“My family taught me that a man needs a family to live”