Landing
The tarmac was rougher, almost macadamized, and jarred consciousness into my waking and 18 hour aching bones. I was going to cheer a movie line, “Good Morning Vietnam” but it was already evening. The sun Read More …

The tarmac was rougher, almost macadamized, and jarred consciousness into my waking and 18 hour aching bones. I was going to cheer a movie line, “Good Morning Vietnam” but it was already evening. The sun Read More …
Growers, bakers, florists, bean dryers and cooks gather to celebrate a weekly harvest. A cornucopia of goodness. Fresh every Saturday. Inside the hall fresh fish is being scaled, de scaled and sold. The Piri-piri peppers Read More …
The boat, like the boy, captures the nature of Olhao. This is a fishing community. Old boats like fishermen are ever present in community. Tied to docks with new tethers. Sitting in coffee bars complaining Read More …
Inside the old castle at Loule, Margaret captures a historical setting to remind me that she is retired. The really great thing about a retired partner is that she can be drafted! She no longer Read More …
Every Saturday morning for over 100 years this town has had a Saturday morning market. A bronze statue captures the important place the market has in the community. Not only were people fed in war Read More …
Along the Atlantic coast we were met with showers and rainbows. Sunshine and clouds that promised rain. The power of a full arc of rainbow is more than a Noah story. More than a promise Read More …
The leading image on this blog captures Amado, a beach that is home to surf schools, surfing venues and international visitors seeking large swells. With the exception of Nazare where the swells may reach 90 Read More …
It was a sunny morning and the students proudly adorned us Canadians with “pipe cleaner” poppies. They were studying the First World War and had come to the cenotaph in Olhao to commemorate 100 years Read More …
This community in the southwest corner of continental Europe is more than a place at lands-end. Sagres has history as a centre for navigation and the core of a fishing industry. The yellow jacketed fisherman Read More …
From the top down these were wind-swept, water-worn, time-born formations that from the foundations of the world were stacked for visual delight. Formations that demarked the end of the earth as we knew it. Formations Read More …