Life on the rocks in Brazil’s campo rupestre

In a little-known region that calls to mind Tolkien's Middle-earth, photojournalist Augusto Gomes marvels at one of the oldest, harshest, most biodiverse - and most threatened - ecosystems on the planet

When I was a child, my family would drive three hours from our home in Belo Horizonte to visit my grandfather's ranch near the town of Santana dos Montes. On the way, we would cross the Espinhaco mountain range, which runs north to south in the central-eastern portion of Brazil.

Espinhaco means spine" in Portuguese, and the name could not be more apt. The range spans 1,200km (750 miles), its bony peaks reach as high as 2km, and the thriving, humid Atlantic Forest drops away to the east, foggy and dense with evergreens, ferns, mosses and bromeliads, the air bursting with the strange songs of birds you never see. On the west side of the mountains, the arid, savannah-like Cerrado stretches flat and exposed, with golden grasslands and small, twisted trees.