
The festival I travelled 2,000 kilometres to photograph
My first encounter with the music, faith and spectacle of Bumba Meu Boi
Mitchell Kanashkevich. Travel documentary photography, adventures. Exploring deeper stories, going off the beaten path, uncovering the world beyond the surface.
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My first encounter with the music, faith and spectacle of Bumba Meu Boi

How travel, photography and my grandmother taught me what really matters.

Last year I arrived too late. This time I came back for the most exciting day of Maracatu.

The afternoon pans fell apart. But... what I found instead was better than what I’d come for.

Maracatu is the heart of Carnival in Pernambuco. This year, I photographed the heat, the ritual, and the moments at its edges.

In Brazil’s Recôncavo Baiano, the historic town of Cachoeira hosts an intimate Yemanjá celebration along the Paraguaçu River. Devotees carry baskets of flowers onto small boats and release them into the water in a ritual that blends Afro-Brazilian spirituality, history, and daily life. Far from the spectacle of Salvador, this riverside ceremony offers travel and documentary photographers a…

I won’t say anything just yet. I’d love for you all to watch this and… well, I’m very curious to hear some thoughts. If you know you’ll get it quickly, if don’t know, you must watch until the last seconds. I’ve love to have a creative, philosophical discussion, though I know some might feel a certain type of way about all this.

I never expected to return to the place where my story began—let alone fall in love with it. But over the years, a small lake town in northern Belarus quietly pulled me back, again and again. This photo story traces that unexpected connection through childhood memories, one enduring friendship, and the strange weight of time.

A search for fishermen along one Brazil’s longest rivers turned into something unexpected—quiet encounters, fleeting doubts, and a series of raw, beautiful moments in a village time almost forgot. What started with uncertainty became a day of light, generosity, and photographic treasure you couldn't script if you tried.

What happens when you follow a hunch into the heart of Brazil—far from the cities, deep along the São Francisco River? No tourists, no guidebooks, just a camper, a camera, and a stretch of forgotten towns where life moves to a different rhythm. This is a story from the edges, where Brazil begins to feel like something else entirely.