|The central praça in Alter do Chão|
I grew up in a large, close-knit family. My first few years were spent in the company of my older sister. I was never alone. We were only two years apart and we played endless games together. In retrospect I don’t remember who invented the games – what I remember is their infinite variety and inventive delight. I remember how much fun we had – making paper dolls, creating families of little teddy bears out of plasticine (a type of colored modeling clay that was common in the 1950’s), building dioramas and theatrical events for the paper dolls’ and teddy bears’ lives, inventing and playing imaginary games in which we travelled to alternative universes where the rules and the powers we had were quite different than in our universe.
|The Martin Pescador at its home port|
|A traditional floodplain house|
|A contented Tapajós cow|
Yesterday I sat on another fine sandy beach enjoying a cold beer. I was a two-minute rowboat ride from Alter’s central praça (town square). A pleasant tropical wind blew in my face, drying my hair in minutes. It was hard to feel lonely since I shared the beach with many others on holiday
|A Sapacaia nut "case"|
|A Sapacaia tree|