I wonder what will happen to all of our memories in another hundred years. Will people be rooting around boot sales (yard sales for those with no cars), looking in boxes at old SD cards and USB flash memory sticks and thinking “I wonder what’s on this?”. Will there even be any interest after much that we have now is gone? In fifty years time the ice that caps the North Pole could all be melted. I’m trying to track my memories. Lay them down before I forget it all. Will I end my days thinking that I remember but have only this to look back on and not the original experience?
Recently I visited Tavira, Portugal, and discovered that many properties along the river already flood regularly. Some have obvious signs of defense against the raging torrent that will come again, whether from the seas or the mountains, but most do not. Will they still be here in another hundred years, or even fifty? Here’s some of my photos and what they might look like in the 22nd century if I ever print off “hard copy”.
Do I come here to listen to Fado? No.
Do I like Teresa Salguiero? Yes.
Do I come here to fish? No.
Do I come here to eat fish? Yes.
Do I eat fish today? Not yet.
I do not have the skill for writing and photographing a travel blog yet. I was too excited at meeting my dear friend Rachel to take photos at the airport taxi rank. We chatted all the way in the taxi to her apartment. Rachel felt cold and I was wilting, unaccustomed as I am to temperatures of 20°C in March!
The trip seemed very brief, then up the elevator, kettle boiled, coffee in the cafetière and five minutes later I was presented with two Portuguese custard tarts. Sorry no photo’s but they really are my favourites so they just didn’t last long enough to record for posterity!
Then out to explore but as many of you will know it’s difficult taking shots when you’re with an old friend. So the first day is rather mean with the photo’s. We went for a tosta mista (toasted ham and cheese sandwich) and coffee and got stuck as the storm that had been threatening finally arrived. Provided nice dark clouds though and here they are.
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It’s the 1st of March at 06:47 a.m. I’d taken the bus from Brighton at 03:30 in the morning, I can’t remember my time of arrival at Gatwick, everything passed by really quickly, even the tiresome yet necessary security checks. I have soft dried apricots and almonds in my bag for breakfast, all that I buy in flight is a bottle of water. Had to ask for ice, hey ho….it is Easyjet after all. I am finally on my way to Olhão, Faro, Portugal.
This break is long overdue and I’m hoping for good weather.
I boarded third from last as I like to sit as far away from disruptive noise as possible and in doing this I am able to avoid small children (no offence intended). I’m lucky that there is an empty overhead locker to accommodate my camera-bag and equipment, with a kindly couple of about my age sitting next to an empty window seat beneath it. I grab my opportunity and sit down and wait.
The plane took off at 6:30 and before too long we were approaching the south coast of England, that green and pleasant land. This is what I saw.
Taken with a Samsung Galaxy Note GT – N7000 at 06:47 on March 1st, 2012.
F-stop: f/2.6 Exp: 1/132 sec. ISO: ISO-32 Focal length: 4mm Max aperture: 2.81 Metering mode: Average