Fences from Brazil

This day last year I was in Brasil.  Even the fences of which I took photos and the ones that got in the way when I was photographing something else are sharp in my memory.  

I wrote in my diary, "Balmy 28C at 12 noon, rose to 37C.  Hot but bearable in Parque das Mangabeiras, up high in the city, with little spider monkies (so agile and cute) and anteater.  Walked out for lunch.  Bad night, baby crying all night away in the distance, heard every bus that went past and the rubbish trucks.  Those rubbish picker uppers sure are noisy." 

For me a bad night is any night I don't sleep like a log from the minute my head hits the pillow and babies don't really cry all night, it just seems like it.  

We were at my son's apartment in Belo Horizonte by 16th and we visited Government House a few days later.  

A few days before we had been in the mountains at Conceição de Ibitipoca, one my favourite places of the trip.  In the village where cars gave way to horses and donkies moving sedately in the heat, this fence seemed very practical.

 The functional fence around the little village church.

Not far out of the village on our way to Belo Horizonte, it was the cattle grid that caught my eye.  Our grids usually run horizontally across the road.  I'm not too sure how much use the fence would be. 

The fences seemed to be a reflection of the economy of the villages as we moved out of the mountain towards the bigger towns, and eventually to Belo.

 

This fence got in my way as snapped one of the bigger towns and rolling countryside midway between the mountains and the city.  I think this day may have been the hottest while I was there, the car air conditioner was barely coping and no way was I going to step out of the car.

 At Foz do Iguacu a tucan found the perfect fence on which to perch while he (she?) enchanted me.

I'm linking to Good Fences where you can see fences from all over.