Back to the Beach

So it turns out I remembered one good thing about summer ending: we get our beaches back. And by “we” I mean the dog-loving population of my little town. During the summer (well, technically all year round) dogs are forbidden from setting their little paws on the sand so the beginning of autumn and the absence of life-guards is the sign that our doggies are once again allowed to chase the seagulls and eat indeterminate dead objects buried in the sand. (Joy!) These are a few photos from our last family outing.

Zé Pequeno

Introducing the second most important person in my life right now. (because dogs are people too…) And really, Zé Pequeno is about as human as they get. He loves the sofa, he enjoys the National Geographic channel, (especially when they have bunnies) his favourite meal is roast chicken and his preferred leisure activities are long walks on the beach at sunset, or scenic drives with the windows open. I mean really, it sounds like an advert on a dating service!

One Year Here

So. I’ve been in Portugal for a year now. So far, so good. I’m not going to lie, it hasn’t been all daisies and ice-cream but the good things have by far outweighed the bad. Have (sortof) learnt to speak Portuguese. The basics, you know: “Do you have fresh ginger/peanut butter?” in the supermarket. (the answer is usually no… but thats another story)  Am not yet able to have a fight with someone in Portuguese, but not for lack of trying (A man accused my dog of pooping on his from yard, total lie! but I had to yell at…

In the very beginning…

Taking photos has been something I’ve been doing for as long as I can remember, but it didn’t become a driving force in my life until half way through high school, when I chose photography as my art-class subject. Our small group of pimply and angst ridden sixteen year olds was introduced to black and white film and hand processing/printing. Wow. Talk about “defining life moments”… I remember that darkroom as if it were yesterday: the dim red light, the smell of fixer on your fingers, Morcheeba on the stereo, and that sublimely spectacular moment when you put a piece…