Mentioning to anyone that my parents live in Portugal confuses the heck out of whomever decided to ask. They’ll look at me and, if they’ve just met me, wonder whether I’m from Portugal. But my name’s not really European. So what gives? (Things get really confusing when they ask where my parents are from and I say East Africa…)
The long and short of it, my parents have (semi) retired in Portugal. For as long as I can remember, every year, we’d be in Portugal at least twice a year for holidays. Usually the same place by the sea. After years or living and working in London, who wouldn’t want to live where there’s infinitely more sunshine?
Not long ago I spent a good hour standing in my balcony desperately trying to take a photo of some lightning. Not just some lightning, but an epic lightning and thunderstorm that was going on above my head.
It didn’t go so well. The best I could do was, well, this:
One of those blurry could be almost anything shots. Heck, I could have faked that better in Photoshop.
Snapping away at the farmers market the other Saturday I took this very accidental shot.
Going through the photos in Lightroom a couple of days later I came across this photo. This woman staring right back at me through the lens. I had no idea.
Street photography is one type of photography I’d like to do more of. But I’m not yet over that feeling of being that person randomly on the street with a camera, taking photos of random stuff.
A little while ago I posted one photo from my most recent outing to the Bahrain Fort, when the parental units were over visiting. I did in fact take a few more photos, but only just now getting round to posting them.
As I’ve said countless times before, Bahrain Fort is a beautiful historical site here in Bahrain. A UNESCO World Heritage Site. And yet it’s almost always empty whenever we’ve visited. Even though it’s free!
My family gifted me with a handmade photo album as a leaving gift when I moved out to Bahrain last May. Filled with all sorts of photos from my childhood until as recent as they could find.
Moving to Bahrain, I was limited with what I could bring with me. Limited is a bit of an understatement – it was literally a 30kg suitcase and whatever else I could blag in hand luggage.
Having lived in England my whole life and not moved around at all, a couple of houses, I accumulated a fair amount of stuff. Everything from little knick-knacks to photos and more. All of that got left behind.