Venice! The fabled city of water, the city of romance and history… the city that spins her webs and draws you in with the whispers of mystery and intrigue… Well, yes. But it’s also a city overflowing with people, and not too many of them are Venetian. Venice is beautiful, without a doubt, but to really feel the essence of the place, like anywhere famous, you need to avoid the touristy areas and just go and get lost… literally. That’s when you find the true Venice, the city of history and romance.
Tag: Places
Summertime… and the living is easy
So were off to the southern hemisphere, don’t hate me because I get to have 2 summers this year… And this means that there’s going to be a little bit less blogging action going on for the next month. I have lined up a few more travel posts and will try to put up a few pictures during the holiday but its all going to be a bit random around here for a while. But random is good, and there will be more South Africa on this blog than any of you can handle when I’m back in freezing Europe!…
Foz do Lizandro
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.
The day that chocolate beat art…
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
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,…
Ribatejo
The Arrival of Autumn
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…
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…
Lisboa
Yesterday Zé Pequeno (our dog) and I played “tourist” in the big city, which is always fun except that dogs are maybe not the best photographic assistants… And I know that this one is a repeat of the first photo, but really, I just love lens flare too much and couldn’t decide which one I love the most… so you choose.
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…









