I have had so many people commenting to both myself and Ann about these photos I thought I would share a few more. I thank everyone who had such nice things so say, I’m glad you enjoyed getting to share a little bit of our trip.
I have never stood in absolute awe of so many things before in my life. One vista after another laid out the most beautiful and dynamic landscape anyone could hope to come upon. The spirit of this trip was adventure. Go with the flow and see what happens, and when you’re flowin with Ann at the helm, things happen. The experience of just wandering is one of my absolute favorite things. You don’t really know where you are going, you don’t really care. You just take in where you are. You get lost (especially when the navigator that doesn’t speak portuguese is reading the all portuguese map), you stumble on places you would never have sought out, people you never would have found and adventures you never would have had. It’s freeing.
When we landed in Faial and got off the plane, I tied my camera to my hand and didn’t take it off till I got home 6 days later. I loved it. I got to play….. and play I did. Ann, Clinton, Erin and Ann L. are all fun and creative people, down for whatever. You can’t ask for more than that in co adventurers. I really want to thank the four of you for making this the trip it was.
I was on a plane to go snowboarding a few years ago. When we were taking off, I had my head firmly pressed against the glass with a giddy smile on my face. After a few minutes I blinked and looked away from the increasingly shrinking ant sized cars and homes. When I looked through the crack at the seat in front of me there was a young kid, probably five or so, with the same exact look on his face and his forehead pressed firmly against the glass, trying to see down to the wonder below. I’m happy I never grew out of it.
Many of the volcanic rock houses like this one have been abandoned after and pretty big eruption in the 50′s and a more recent earthquake in ’98.
This is off the back deck of our house. Really. Someone gets to wake up every morning to this. Yes please.
This is one of quite a few panoramic photos I did while we were there. This is 6 photos.
This is one of Manual Brum’s (no relation) gardens. This guy did not mess around with his garden. He had fruit trees with things that were delicious and impossible to pronounce, flowers that looked like they belonged in Jurassic Park, and spiders that had a sportin chance at eating me whole.
This is three photos and one of my favorites from the trip.
I love that neither know why I am photographing them.
The thumbs up always translates.
Pico is a different Volcano. It is massive. As I said before we’re gonna get a close up.
Four photos. If you look closely you can see everyone standing at the edge on the right, they get bigger when you print this 5ft long.
What? You thought I wouldn’t find it.
That lighthouse was buried under 50ft of ash after the eruption in the 50′s. They had to build a new one because there was a newfound landmass that had grown up between it and the ocean it need to warn.
This is the museum they built under it.
A contemplative Ann as the ocean moves around her. I absolutely love this portrait of Ann.
Ann wanted to place her flowers somewhere meaningful as opposed to just absently throwing them out. This seem more than fitting.
You can see the house we stayed in. That is the land mass that blocked the lighthouse. It started as 22 sq. km. It has washed away to just 2 sq. km. and even that will be gone in the next 20 years.
Thats Caldeira where they got married.
We were actually that close. This is the tip of Pico. I am glad that that was my last fleeting glimpse as the ocean swallowed the view and I removed my forehead from the glass.