Maybe it’s my goth-ish nature, the gloomy side of my personality, but the Semana Santa (or Holy Week) always had a great appeal in me, despite myself being fully agnostic. It’s a season of atonement, of introspection, of penitence, the …
My weeks of confinement
At this point is kind of pointless to explain how hectic these past few months have been. But it still amazes me how in early March I was just doing a photowalk in Alfama, looking from all the pandemic …
Repeating a Carnival, but slowly
I’m might seem strange to put out a travel report of a Carnival photo trip, when we’re already a couple of weeks past Easter (that report is also due), but still felt the need to share this, because of its …
Winter solstice in Trás-Os-Montes
Every time I leave Trás-Os-Montes (the region in the northeast of Portugal) I leave overwhelmed, with all the warmth and generosity I get from the people in that cold forgotten corner of the country. Sometimes I feel that’s where my …
My cinematic Far East
As I flew to Hong Kong I had a few images rolling in my mind: a futuristic Anime or an Hong Kong action flick, despite that I’m not a hardcore fan of either of those genres. I was expecting a …
Back from Camino
If you quickly browsed the photos below and thought none has anything to do with the Camino de Santiago: no pilgrims walking with shells hanging from the backpacks or yellow arrows painted in old trees and crumbling houses, you right! …