Category Archives: Portugal

Gatherers and cultivators

There are cultivators and gatherers. Many of us are more of one of them and probably most of us are little bit of both.

I myself am at first a gatherer. I love to find new places, discover new landscapes, paths and experiences. I long for travel, walks under the trees, by the river and along the sea shore. I gather experiences and flourish in seeing and feeling new things. This all comes primarily from photography. Photography makes me concentrate, look closer and search for new unseen aspects.

But as much as I long to travel, experience new places and see more, I also have a cultivator in me. Who loves an easy morning, silence and stillness. Who gets excited about nourishing and cultivating one’s own surroundings, body, mind and soul. Who enjoys the familiar and safe.

There are also a few places that will always feel like home to me. Where I belong and where I long for again and again. These are places that I could stay for and almost forget the need to find new places and experiences. These are the sea and the archipelago.

Which one are you? Are you also both?

Heart of the forest
Heart of the forest. Azores, Portugal.

Memorable weather variations


I have always loved rain and bad weather. I am not well suited for hot weather, and I am intrigued by what is left behind when taken out the serene weather and guaranteed sunshine.

Bad weather is good for exploring new places. It reveals delicate nuances in landscape which can otherwise vanish behind grand and spectacular views. Unforgettable memories are created when you find out that the waterproof outfit is really not waterproof in pouring rain, when wind is howling in your ears and the only way to stay upright is to lean firmly towards the wind, when hail storm interrupts relaxed ride in sunny weather and sandals in your feet amuse even yourself.

Photos are from the Isle of São Miguel, Azores, few years ago. Spring weather on the island changed constantly from sunshine to rain, from cloudy to hail storms, from warm to spine scraping winds, and at best all in the same day. My most favorite memory from the island is ending up in the middle of clouds and finding Lake Lagoa do Fogo amongst the sheltering clouds. The lake revealed its existence only momentarily when the clouds eased their grip from the landscape.

Flowers in rainy landscape
Flowers in rainy landscape, São Miguel, Azores, Portugal.