Showing posts with label moving image. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving image. Show all posts

6 February 2026

FLOODED


The landscape around here today ... I hadn't seen this for several decades
Photos and video taken by my friend Tatiana

24 January 2025

HERBARIUM SEEN & DREAMED


The exhibition Herbarium Seen & Dreamed explores the ways in which scientists, philosophers, writers, artists and filmmakers represent botanical specimens for scientific study or personal enjoyment, thereby creating herbaria of a scientific or poetic nature. The works represent multidisciplinary approaches (from the exhibition programme)... with some wonderful large cyanotypes ;)

1 March 2022

FEBRUARY MORNINGS


Every sunny February morning I thought of Matisse' cut-outs and how difficult it is to catch moving shadows

Kitchen window. Lemon tree. Shadows. February mornings 2022


19 February 2022

LEMON TREE


The moving shadows of the lemon tree from the kitchen window
Kitchen window. Lemon tree. Shadows. February mornings 2022


18 February 2022

FADING


This late afternoon from my window
The cold wind, the blue golden sky
The motionless higher clouds
The traveling ones just below
A dream fading into memory


16 August 2020

SUMMER


Looking for some beauty in these high Summer days ...

À procura de alguma beleza nestes dias de Verão ...

9 January 2018

THE PERSIMMON AND THE BIRDS


From the kitchen window this morning. A moment of contemplation on a rainy day
Da janela da cozinha esta manhã. Um momento de contemplação num dia de chuva

❍ Celorico da Beira . kitchen window

26 December 2017

TODAY


All day the wind howled from the mountains 
Way up the narrow streets, across the small town 
Releasing deep voices from the earth 
The birds wild, the trees wild, the sky wild
The cold rain scattered on the surface of the land 
The music inside trying to preserve the precious memories 
Desperately trying to grab hold of the moment 
Keep it safe for eternity

24 November 2017

AUTUMN . THE SOUND OF WATER



Summer was long, depressing and hard
Autumn arrived. So late, yearning
Still the river thirsty but hope on the way
And the beautiful colours and running water
With minute details of fallen leaves
The scents of warm fruits and the light ... golden, peaceful, soothing
Just like the sound of rain

   Celorico da Beira - Santo António do Rio