Foz do Lizandro is one of the many beaches on the Ericeira strip of coastline, but it is my favourite for various reasons, the most important being that it is the closest one to my house… I’m lazy like that. It’s long, a good surf spot, generally never full of people, has a river mouth and is also the home of Zé Pequenos favourite girlfriend, Tosca. The fact that she is much bigger than him has never put him off and he has had a huge crush on her ever since he was a little puppy.
So its winter, and its cold, rainy and miserable… which always makes me want chocolate, makes me CRAVE chocolate. And it was while I was thinking about chocolate and blog posts that I remembered a day long ago in Ghent, Belgium, that I had photographed a chocolate factory when I was actually supposed to be photographing art… In my own defense, it was cold, miserable and raining… so I was doomed from the start. While on a tour of the town highlights we had stopped in at the world-famous Saint Bravo Cathedral, famous because it houses the 15th century Belgian…
Alaska is stunningly beautiful, breathtakingly expansive, almost unbelievable in its raw beauty… and yet, there is a sense of sadness. Like a powerful and majestic symphony played in a minor key, it leaves you with the feeling, after the music has died away, that something feels… odd. Behind the cheery facades and the tourist souvenir stalls filled with cruise passengers there was an undercurrent of loneliness, perhaps because of the isolation or the lack of sunlight in the winter. Perhaps because the majority of people are only there temporarily, working the summer season and those who have stayed, or still stay,…
Well, actually there were horses, lots and lots of them, but since Zé Pequeno is apparently NOT a horsey kind of dog I didn’t get close enough to taking actual photos of said horses. So I (we) took photos of the other (more important) things that were happening at Golegã last weekend. Namely: food and people watching. There was a bit of agua-pé (alcohol) involved too, but one can’t drink, photograph and keep dog from eating-random-objects-on-ground simultaneously, so I have no photos from that part of the day…
It was late in 2005 that I visited São Vicente, the biggest of the Cabo Verde islands. This was long before I had any idea about Portugal or her former colonies and even though my brand new Portuguese boyfriend was excited to drink a Sagres (beer) and feel a little bit at home it just seemed like Africa to me. Now, however, looking back at these photos after having lived in Portugal for over a year, getting to know the culture and traditions, I can see the influences. Cabo Verde is definitely more Africa than anything else, but the connection…
I was trawling through my photo archives recently and have decided to do a few posts about some of the awesome places I have travelled to over the past 5 years. Istanbul is the capital of Turkey and is definitely one of my favourite cities in the world. It’s a crazy place, very busy, constantly buzzing with people, traffic, boats, noises, an awesome place just to get lost in the crowd and wander. The history and culture here is incredibly rich; it’s the city where Europe and Asia meet and you can see it everywhere. Istanbul is a melting pot in…
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.
Let me just say up front that I do not like winter. At all. And before you all get upset and say how much you like to watch the rain and eat the chestnuts and drink the hot chocolate, well yes, I like those things too, but they could quite easily go into the “autumn” department and then we could skip straight to spring. As I write this I am listening to the south wind howl under the door and watching the clouds race across the sky. This is never good. This is the wind that brings the rain and…
Cabo da Roca is the western-most point of continental Europe and therefore, this South African feels a little bit at home here. Why? Because its windy, has a lighthouse, a shop selling icecream and wild seas threatening to smash you to bits should you venture too close to the shore… very much like my own southern-most point of Africa, Cape Agulhas. And the connection between these two wild capes runs deeper than than what meets the eye; the name Cape Agulhas means “Cape of Needles” in Portuguese, and was named as such by the first Portuguese navigators to sail past…
Kerry Murray 