Teardrops shaped by wind and life. A battle between wind and life. Moving patterns. Genipabu, contemplated from the blue sky of Northeastern Brazil. I was alone and it was hot. Hot as hell. I walked and walked over the dunes, trying to find the perfect spot to take off. Got up on a little hill where trees formed shelter from the big fire ball and freed the bird. With my goggles on, all I could see were abstract shapes, patterns. All made of sand and vegetation. Gorgeous Brazil..