After the storm

I always make a point of going to Foz do Lizandro after heavy weather because between the flooded river and the rough seas there’s always a treasure of abandoned things washed up on the beach. It never fails to amuse and enthrall me the things I find half buried in the rain-soaked sand… once I found a mango, perfect and un-bruised. I took it home and ate it. It was delicious. Another time I found a pumpkin… we had roast chicken with pumpkin that night, and soup for several days… I didn’t tell my husband where the pumpkin came from…

In which I obsess about windows and doors:

We have previously discussed my bicycle fetish and so it was only a matter of time before I had to confess to another photographic obsession. Windows. And doors. So technically 2 obsessions but who’s counting. I have recently been trying to ignore the windows as I walk down the street, because really… enough already. But last weekend we were in the Alentejo and I saw a window that I couldn’t resist, and so the floodgates have been opened… Casa Branca, Portugal    Lisbon, Portugal    Serra de Sintra, Portugal   Gradil, Portugal  Alcaçovas, Portugal   Ericeira, Portugal   Ribamar, Portugal  Óbidos, Portugal  Carvoeira, Portugal  Tabuaço,…

The Bicycle Fetish

I am a collector of things. All sorts of things, depending on my mood. Right now my obsessions are cigar boxes, fabrics, vintage postcards, buttons, 19th century botanical prints, art nouveau fonts. When I was 5 I went through my “pretty soaps” collection period. Then, at about 8 years old was my “candle” period. During my early teens I was obsessed with bird watching and therefore accumulated an enormous selection of ornithology books. My angsty teen years were characterised by the collection of random articles that had “significant meaning” and were connected to some event in my life. Shoeboxes overflowing…