Welcome. My name is José Ramos and I’m a nature/landscape photographer. I’ve developed an increasing interest in photography over the last years, and the passion grew so strong that this is the art I’ve chosen to express myself, as well as pay hommage to the beauty and power of the world which surrounds us. In the end, what matters to me is to be able to depict and create my own interpretation of what surrounds us, sharing my vision in the form of photography. I’m looking forward to hear from you. Please leave a message in the guestbook or contact me through email. All my images are available for sale. You can buy my prints at Untappedsource.com, Deviantart.com, or click on the "Buy Print" link located on each photo’s page.
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Do not trespass…
Do not trespass beyond this point. This warning includes the whole human race. Any further damage to the planet will be followed by severe punishment, carried by the natural law of the elements. You have been warned…
José Ramos
Alvor - Portugal
Frozen (E)motions
The stability of a controlled and tightly programmed world fights against the urgent need to part with the good old corroding routines. Inside the battle of inner opposing strengths, moving forward into the unknown always seems too much of a daunting task. Frozen in time we realize the infinity of options, and finally see the strings that pull our destiny. Frozen motion, frozen emotions…
José Ramos
Alvor - Portugal
Into the Iron Age….
This photo was shot on a portuguese Iron Age citadel called Citânia de Briteiros. It’s a vast complex of ruins, preety well conserved and maintained. It’s always a pleasure when the mind starts to wonder how ancient times were, how it would feel to have been there, breathing that air, living those lives, such different lives… In this image, you can see the ruins of one of the circular houses of the citadel, located on it’s highest point.
José Ramos
Guimarães - Citânia de Briteiros - Portugal
Quiescence…
Quiet… Quietness… Slumber… Calm…
Something in the air causing it…
Mistery… Adorement… Delight… Apotheosis… Light… Enchantment… Nature… Attraction…
Something between those words causing it…
Something…
José Ramos
Cabo Raso - Portugal
Slipstream
Held on a parallel dimension, and secured to the ground by the strong bonds of nature, I feel the world escaping through my fingers, in an endless motion in an endless time escaping… and returning… escaping… and returning…
José Ramos
Cabo Raso - Portugal
The Faith Woods…
"These woods whisper so loudly, and grow with such a brute force unto me, that no matter what, all I can do is to retreat to contemplation…" Entering into history and facts:
"The Convent of Capuchos of Sintra is one of the many examples of 16th century religious piety in Portugal and became known for the extreme simplicity of its construction. Built on a very small scale with cells and dormitory lined with cork and a chapel whose vault is formed by rock itself. The Convent followed the principle of universal fraternity and brotherhood of the Franciscan monks. The inhabitants belonged to the Province of Arrábida (South of Lisbon), of the Order of Friars Minor Regular and Observant (Grey Friars). The gateway to the Convent, a simple roof with a ceiling and wooden beams covered with cork, is a just expression of the privation and perseverance that guided this building, divested of decorative elements. Still occupied at the end of the 18th century, The Convent of Capuchos of Santa Cruz may have been abandoned in 1834 with the extinction of the religious orders determined by the liberal regime. The remaining artistic elements in the convent are now in a very bad condition, partly as a result of the passage of time, but mostly due to the vandalism this monument has suffered."
José Ramos
Photo taken at Convento dos Capuchos - Sintra
The Light Inside
Why chase light and bring it home stuck on a tight rectangle? Why wait and hold till it sparks? Why go? Why?
Just trying to lit the light I can’t find inside….
José Ramos
Ferragudo - Portugal
The Shipwreck
Life cycles pass so quick, and we often fail to realize their presence and endless motion. On the center, an abandoned shipwreck lost in shadows sets the example for the necessity of seizing life as it is, till it is no more…
José Ramos
Alvor - Portugal
The Soul Drift
"Why doesn’t the flow lead us to the tingling and innocent burning of our inner souls. Why does it make us captive and forgotten…?"
Inside me, this image exerts an extremely strong desire of returning to the womb. As we grow, we tend to get tied up on an increasingly complex web of pressure, demands and suffering that we never thought possible. A few times, we are violently pulled up from it and start wondering: "How have I lost it all? Who stole my innocence, my happiness amidst the simplest things?". I don’t know who stole mine… but I guess I’m the thief…. In the end, there’s just a huge mass of souls marching against the stream, farther away from the sun…
José Ramos
The Strange Blend
Once more I ventured to one of my dearest places, innocently hoping the world would show it’s real face to myself in that late afternoon. Twilights always intensely soothe my soul, along with a contradicting anxious excited heart, as if the next molecule of oxygen depended on the beauty of the landscape ahead… I could call it "aerobics of the soul", being the excitatory neurotransmiters my inner sweat, and the images taken the muscle cells that stregthen the body. After such strange reflection about ethereal physiology, there I was, facing another strange phenomena, the one where an exquisite blend of elements joins together, and gives sense to the beauty in diversity and contrast…
José Ramos
The Infinity Fountain
Once more, standing alone in front of another memory, I harvest my thoughts from the infinity fountain ahead. The cycle repeats, as I find myself pulled away from the tedious life of today, feeling I could grab the source and remain there silently… After one hour of search and 20 minutes waiting under a rock for the intense rain to stop, the skies finally opened to let the sun set in and show it’s strength. The beach was absolutely desert, and the next 30 minutes were made of pure photographic pleasure… I came home wet and cold, but my inside was warm and soothed…
José Ramos
Until the end…
Until the end shall we march together…. until the end shall we walk the final path united as one…..
As twilight arrives, I’d better hurry before it’s too late to be alive. You should hurry too…..
José Ramos
We had wings…
Remember when you were a kid, when you had wings and the world was simply a conceptual boundary of existence? It used to be fun, it used to be simple, it used to be magic. Suddenly, someone cuts your wings and you are left hopeless, stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to achieve impossible goals with the weak bare feet of your human condition… The soil hurts like hell, and your tears are no longer recognized amidst the sweat of deception. This is what they call growing, the day someone cut your wings, and forgot to teach you how to fly again…
José Ramos