segunda-feira, 13 de agosto de 2007
Agosto 2007, Douro
The river runs to the ocean, like a snake through the valleys of wine. Flowing to a safe port, this golden liquid was once a fruit. Grapes of nature, steep hills, feet crushing the divine drink. The endless landscapes form the deep tradition. What the eyes see, the mouth tastes, the heart feels. More than a piece of tradition, this picture shows a fragment of a masterpiece.
"The sky, is never the limit!"
sexta-feira, 10 de agosto de 2007
Agosto 2007, Porto
Just relax, and contemplate the view. Enjoy the grey old city of Oporto. Feel the pleasure of the new discoveries. See the satisfaction in every face, and find the misteries around every corner. For tourists, the streets have no name, they're just a piece of the maze.
"All the people in the street, Walk as fast as their feet and I just roll through town!"
terça-feira, 7 de agosto de 2007
Julho 2007, Madrid
"Are you talking to me?", he asks. Tradition says, that the eyes are the windows of the soul. Through them, Huxley saw "The Doors of Perception". Either way, what we see is what we get. There are many kinds of looks, but only one point of view.
"An eye for an eye..."