tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286843812011-04-22T00:21:02.372+01:00Time it was and what a time it was...A time of innocence; a time for confidences. Long ago it must be; I have a photograph. Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you........Icarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08516491146437398690noreply@blogger.comBlogger2431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28684381.post-87454333955990355712007-08-04T19:17:00.000+01:002008-12-10T01:25:20.570Z

I had to come back in here one last time.There was something I had wanted to say, throught the first 3 of these photos, which were all shot 15 days ago.Then, I need to thank all of the people who have come, either here or other via another photo-site that has nothing to do with blogging, but who are doing their best to sustain me just the same.Pequete,thank you, with love. But you have something

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It is the REAL end.It has to be.The music went first. Then the poetry. But then photography came.Now that has gone, along with the writing, the escape, the brain.Presume nothing. It is even worse than it may seem.I owe many people so much that cannot be repaid, because of this "Time & A Word". But it is just one more thing that I can no longer do, or be part of, so much have I disintegrated

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"What did you see, my blue-eyed son?"What did I see from morning to sunset? Can you see?     

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The ancient tiles, telling stories from history, or merely decorative. Portugal's streets, monasteries, gardens would be far poorer without them.    

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I recommend a click particularly on the collage, to see Arroiolos, the blue town.    

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The first of a series of posts entitled "Blue", inspired by filipa azul, of Sintra (and Woophy).    

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To those wondering about my well-being, thanks & I intend to be in touch very soon.I've just posted something on "The Flames of Eden" again.If you would like to see my whole week - 31 May to 7 June - in photos, I have posted 6 separate picasa web albums at: http://picasaweb.google.com/stewinoutThe most recent is first. Please, for 7 June, open Part 1 (38 pics) before Part 2 (35 pics).There is

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A year ago today, I rode silently into the blogosphere on the back of a full moon;the early days of what I had named in a piece of writing about it 3 years ago, The Time of Jacarandá. For me, this name perfectly describes what I consider the very best 2 to 3 weeks of the entire Lisbon year.I had been privileged to live it for 9 of what is now 11 years here. To learn how to watch for it,

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First, I would like to use this post to tell anyone who may be thinking: "One-way traffic from Icarus this week" - You are right, Mate. That is mostly true. So, now I'm 'free', I want to do a lot of blog-tourism this weekend, which is perfect just for that kind of tourism. Patchy grey/sun weather, threats of further heavy rain. Also, all those mails to reply to...I have got through another kind

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Wednesday 9th May, a rare foray. Bathed in a beautifully unhumid 29ºC/84ºF, from train to underground to streets, to bus to friends to José Manuel, my old mate of a hairdresser to my beloved Gulbenkian garden, like in a dream, warming my heart.And - as ever - a camera and an 'olhar estrangeiro': the eyes of a stranger, seeing everything & everyone, hungry & thirsty and wondering and rejoicing and

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I was wrong! J'ai eu tort!Wrong Time, wrong Word - it's not until the 29th. Tomorrow just marks one year since I finally arrived in VF Xira from Lisbon. There will be no partying for that.Clearly, I'm tired from climbing Mount Work.I think that what I need to do is cross this: Go and see all this again: Wait for this: And then come back again across this: 

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This my my fastest-ever post.It is too long since the last one.I am very busy - today is my work's Super-Tuesday!So, I made a rapid choice of the 3 pics below, which are also a thank you. The joint-post with Talj & Ruth perhaps gave more contentment & more positive outcome to me personally than almost any other during all of the lifetime of this blog.Wow, I have just realised: Time & A Word will

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This post makes me really happy. It is a good story.Richard Nixon was re-elected to the White House in November 1972.The following afternoon, after work, I sat on a bench in Soho Square, London, reading a newspaper article the title of which I still remember, but not the journalist. It was: "Why I Fear for 4 More Years of Tricky Dickie".I agreed.I wrote those words below immediately. Nixon didn't

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With Joana's kind permission & cooperation, this comes mostly with you in mind, dear Ruth.A few weeks ago, I published "Time and a Word" here.Then, in "The Flames of Eden", it was the turning of circles.360º, in a single turn. It seems to me a much better, more accurate way to describe our time. We measure it in years, months, days, minutes, because it is more convenient. Either way, none of know

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It's getting to be a very long time ago.Nevertheless, for a very large proportion of the population, the red carnation lives on as a symbol of something immeasurably valuable and worthwhile, even if the memory fades.    "We were born in liberty. 25th April, Thank you" It won't be the same not to be at the parade this year.In this life, all things must pass. Eventually.

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People, I have been ill. Really ill. I haven't commented, I haven't posted, because I couldn't. To those friends who have sent me mails that went unanswered, forgive me. I wasn't able to.This morning, I visited a couple of blogs before starting work. At Audrey's - the very wonderful, special Audrey - I found a post that picked me up, inspired me, repaired me. I am posting the same video and song,

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Ruth's cherished husband Mick passed away 24 hours ago.My cherished father passed away 10 years ago today.I will make my tribute to Mick in some way tomorrow in "The Flames of Eden".Now I only want to write down this thought that I had quite some years ago. As it never had a title, I see at this instant that its title must be, in fact: Time and a

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Late April, 2006. I arrive early for rendez-vous with Patti. Find myself in the middle of a Lisbon Fashion Week event.(1)Here are our 2 friends from last week, this time the full pic revealed! A bunch of models hired to promote the sponsors' products. Had a nice cup of tea or two. No rental car for the weekend, though. (2)I didn't quite see the connection between the flamenco lady dressed up for

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This second visit to this place is to focus on one particular detail, the tiled facade of one building. While the other buildings in the same parade are elegantly tiled, they are pretty standard for Lisbon. This one, however, stands out as a unique example of the Portuguese tradition of painel de azulejo [tile panelling] that dates back to the 16th century. (1) On market day (2)A close-up. I have

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Before explaining this post, I am taking this opportunity to announce the arrival of my new, alternative blog. The idea of "The Flames of Eden" (see link on the right, under my profile)is really just to allow me some more flexibility, to give more emphasis to the written word than to the photographic.What do you think of it?This & my next 2 posts will be about the Campo de Santa Clara - partly to

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 I'm experimenting with "Blog This!". It never works, so.....if you can see a young lady with a unique way of blowing her own trumpet, I'd appreciate it if you tell me.

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A cool response to a commemoration of war.Maybe 'peace' will be better received.I found these doves last Saturday.I wish you all a peaceful weekend.

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Friends, do any of us not love peace?How many of us want war?But if we love peace and do not want war, then what was there to support about Iraq?What? The people of Portugal were overwhelmingly opposed to the invasion from well before 20 March 2003. They thronged the streets, as did millions around the world on that distant, famous 15 February. It is a people who not only wears its heart on its

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It's been that time of the year again when I get to work on my favourite job. i translate everything that's needed into English for the World Press Cartoon awards gala, exhibition & catalogue. Intense, inspirational work with the organisers who created this prestigious, brilliant and expanding event. The first edition was two years ago, so this is the 3rd. All the resident artists & staff pull

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After last week's floral post, I have lingered a week, because I liked it so much. And it did a lot of good for the visitors to, which was the purpose. Friday and Saturday were desperately bad days. No kidding. They leave a mark. 4 different homes in 10 months can do that to anyone. Not much of a picnic.But I bought some real gereberas in the market on Saturday morning, because at this time of

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"The heart is a bloom, shoots up through the stoney ground"; Escuchaste?Spring is so near now, so let's fast-forward a few weeks.........And let me use these flowers as a bouquet of thanks to all my friends who haven't deserted me through the storm. I feel hungry for a new spring, that at times I thought I would not see.Presume nothing.(Sorry, Bono. I had to change it. It WAS a storm, and NOT a

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Something is always going on, somewhere.The Pauliteiros come down from Mirandela, Behind the Mountains, to do their stick-dance for the Lisboetas;A kid in his Benfica tracksuit helps a juggler;An old street-musician extracts sounds like teeth from half a guitar;Winston Churchill on his mobile phone doesn't notice the guy strutting his stuff at a Lucia Moniz sound-check.

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Occasionally, my eternal urge to resist can still flare up.So here are 4 shots of the Monastery of Jerónimos (16th cent.),taken last Saturday.The daylight ones were the first thing I did when I got out of the car at 10 in the morning,to overcome the culture shock of being in Lisbon again.The night shots were the first thing I did when I came out of my work meeting that had taken up the whole day

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I'm posting this as fast as possible, because I'm very busy. The photo is not important - it was just the first thing that came to hand.The point is... PLEASE go To Ruth's blog "there a Million Stories in the Naked City", http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.comleave a comment there and help to boost the collection of money to the ClatterBridge Cancer Campaign.Simple!A lot of little goods becomes one big

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It has taken about 2 weeks to upload the web album that you can see on the link below:http://picasaweb.google.com/Stewinout/QueenMary2InLisbonForADayVisitI would like Photowannabe to find it, but everyone is welcome.It was May 20th 2005, I arrived at the dockside at 7.40 a.m. but she had already docked, so I missed it coming under the 25 de Abril Bridge. Shame, as the morning sun is in the right

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I just found this on the BBC news website I think it is the most positive initiative I've seen in the blgopshere in a long time.You can copy/paste this link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6332511.stm into the BBC webpage, but I have copied the article below. Will be great to visit their site. I have already found that their project is on flickr at:http://www.flickr.com/photos/

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Because after trying this all week, I will only believe it when I'm told they are visible.That will make all this effort worthwhile.

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This is a better version than yesterday's. I'm trying so many tricks to get this to work again, including Jenny's idea, which is what I've done with these stupid gremlins. Just let me know, have YOU seen it?

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Sorry, no stairs this time. Just strangers in a city. Next time, maybe. Thanks for coming, that's all I can say. Peter Gabriel provides my commentary. These lines will accompany the pictures when I eventually manage to reload the post. Sorry, nothing this time...

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Hello........How are you?A few weeks ago that seem like months, the night before I stepped out of this world, I prepared a draft which consisted of these 4 photos. I don't know why. I put them into cold storage. Tonight, with a working pc for the first time in 9 days, I've decided to post them. They are all that's left. Picasa2 died with the old motherboard, so no archives, over 26,000 photos

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In case you are wondering, thank you. Don't ask. It is THAT bad. And one week with no computer ends with a LOT of losses. Remember those pics? At least they exist on the blog....This old song is as much to me as it is to you....

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Today is my 200th post. No, not "The Full Monty". I have a strange mind. 2 days ago, just after I'd had a shower, I suddenly thought it was time to take some self-portraits. No particular reason, other than lack of photo-ops lately and the morning light was good.Time has come today. This afternoon. The time is "now" and the word is "Out". I have 3 weeks to leave.If you wondered a few weeks ago

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The first minutes of 2006 looked like this ^ In the last picture of the dying 2006, it looked like this^ Sandwiched in between.......you have seen. So I will wish you what I want most for myself in the mystery called 2007 waiting just over the hill: strength, good health, vision, smiles & laughter, zero turbulance and any

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Certain light arms- of feather and air -Are about to show youThe height of dreams; Honey, distilled from the new-born sun,Will sweeten generouslyYour mornings and your coffee. Open your eyes to their widestSo that they receive All of the light of life! Let the ancient alchemyBe renewed in your handsWhile it turns your smile to gold; Await the rising new dayAs each birth is awaitedAnd find at

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For all of my friends in the blogger family whose e-mail addresses I do not have, here is how Lisbon looks as 2006 climbs to its conclusion.I wish you warm & wonderful holidays and a sweet, peaceful, fulfilling journey through 2007 in good health, and without sadness or misfortune.***************************Para todos os amigos e amigas na família blogista para quem não tenho o endereço

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(para los que saben el español, se necesita 'clickar' en la imagen para ampliarla) A photograph that I took in the early morning light of September on the bank of the River Tejo 30 kilometers upriver from Lisbon has been returned to me from Chile. It is different now. It has grown from the visual splendour of pigeons - simple pigeons - dancing to the rising sun into a work of art with the poetry

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For Analia, for all of you.I have just spent an hour looking back at the first 2 months of this blog. I know what I was looking for; for when it was discovered beyond Portugal.There are various Mile Stones in that time and in all the time.Those of you who have been here most of the time (I know you are there, even if you do not leave comments) will maybe remember. The photography, the writing.

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These pics should have been part of my series last May & June "The Best Job in Lisbon?" (see archive from May 29th on).Strong candidate in the spring & summer, the guy at the top, especially when my patience is running as thin as it is right now (60 minutes instead of 5, just to post this? They are having a laugh!). Just look at his "victims'" faces on the terrace at the 'Suiça' café, Rossio!My

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This enormous albatross-like seagull, that I found yesterday after taking a ferryboat ride across the Tejo from Lisbon to Caçilhas, seemed to be telling me something.I have little time left anyway and maybe I should just quit now before this corrupted ideal of a Beta/google/blogger drives me insane. If the thunder doesn't get you, the lightning will.

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(Photo, Lisbon February 2006)Text below borrowed from M in Beijing at http://nablasquared.blogspot.com/ ,it was posted independently in response to "Tomorrow", because it couldn't appear in that post as a comment.I have thought aso much about all of the thoughtful comments that came in at the beginning of the week. I have decided that I will not add a follow-up, because this is not 'Oprah'. In

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(This is the last new post which will feature this picture; if any visitor is tiring of him, please look away now; the theme will become more positive soon) This photograph was taken in Lisbon Portugal, but it is about Everywhere.The words of the song you are about to read were written in and aimed at the USA, but they are about Everywhere.The homeless man, woman and child has no specific name,

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A pause from the cause for this welcome.It is Audrey. She has been encouraged by Ruth (http://ruth-boofie.blogspot.com ) to do the right thing and start up.Audrey, after contributing so much of yourself here this past week, it is plain as the 5-day stubble on my chin that you have a huge lot to share in your own "home", bless you.I also urged you & said it could be good for you to do it. So if

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Divagaciones de un MendigoEl suelo es mi cielo de tanto como pesa mi cabezaembutida de anhelos exangües. Mi mano abierta, como un cuenco,ya no espera nada: está ahí,así...por la costumbre. No me miraís porque no me veis,ciegos por el ora que vale vuestro tiempo;a mi me sobra: demasiado stock. Ah, sí!, lecçión decimocuarta:-Dadle hijos al pobre esta moneda(siempre que no la gaste en vino). Y

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Please look at him; PLEASE READ & please comment!Prier de lui regarder; de lire (si tu puisses) & de laisser un commentaire!Por favor, olhe pra ele,leia tudo (se puderes) e deixe um comentário!Christmas Is Coming, Time is Running OutI heard on the French radio this morning that today is the International Day for the Universal Declaration of the Rights of Man. I wonder what that means.This is the

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A memo:In between the shopping/buying/wrapping, if there is still any time left over, go check outhttp://just-one-day-of-peace.blogspot.com/Time is running out.Time is ALWAYS running out........... 

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(this Peter:-) http://just-one-day-of-peace.blogspot.com/ You invited me; the least – in fact, in my circumstances which are mine alone, also the most – I can do is respond. It will be a rambling, unstructured, unpreconceived response. It will appear, however, here on my “home territory”. And it will be the first thing I publish that is not accompanied with images, although my head is full of

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You see the cable car at the top of the first pic?And my ubiquitous shadow in the second? Next 2 pics of the fountain from ground level.So, congratulations to arturcampos in Porto. Fully correct, riding the teleférico in Lisbon Zoo!One final note: the pictures that I posted from above the fountain were turned 90º sideways. I think they look better that way! 

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A gentle game.You only have to look at these two photos: And tell me, where was I when I took them? «1 «2The 3rd pic is a clue to help. Any ideas? 

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At last, back to Sintra. In fact, this is just a taster of 4 pictures to seduce you into the full, unexpurgated tour of Quinta da Regaleira.By clicking on the link below to the web album, you will find yourself following this walk through all of the grounds and into the house on an October afternoon.Prepare to be dazzled by this extraordinary place, in which every construction has some masonic

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Hi! Yes, that's me waving hi on the left.The 3 pictures were taken last Wednesday afternoon, and my best present came from Mother Nature, in the form of a perfect day's weather. In England, my birthday would usually be marked by cold/wind/rain/fog/snow & some years, plans were ruined.I have worked out that I have 6 different means of communication at my disposal, including real, personal, face

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At one minute past midnight, I received my first present. Someone out there - but not too far from here - sent me the words of the Bob Dylan song : "Forever Young".AS, I so appreciate that, bless you.2 29th Novs...well one 28th, but I don't expect to change much overnight!«I took this photo of some hairy-ape guy this morning. Of the photo that resulted when I gave my camera to my friend Tom, who

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Again, not Sintra, as I had to go to Lisbon this afternoon.1 pm: An opportunity to take a walk across one of my favourite gardens, Estrela and see 2 jugglers training.2.45 pm: A chance to take a close-up look at the recently-restored 16th-century convent that houses the faculty administration. The work on the cloister, with the original tiles cleaned, is magnificent. 3 pm: Maria Emília, the

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I have (and want) to take this one little break from Sintra in the autumn, because I am in my angry-and-defiant mood. M, if you look through the archives and begin to 'find your way' around this city, you will get a deeper insight into what are its principal land-marks.You may also get an impression of its endless unpredictability, how you never know what, or who, is waiting around the corner for

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These pictures do no justice to the magnificence of what is the most symbolic mansion and grounds of free-masonry in Portugal. Click on the link below to learn more. Endless mystery & enchantment. If you ever come to Lisbon, you must visit Sintra & the Quinta da Regaleira!The Moors' Castle (pictured from the Regaleira grounds) stands on the highest peak of the Sintra Hills and can be seen on

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Every other photo-blogger in the Northern Hemisphere has shown pictures of the unfolding autumn where they live. Except me.It occurred to me that I should put that right.What is more, it is time to put another omission right. It is time I took you to Sintra!Sintra and autumn go together perfectly. This town, enwrapped in its own Sintra hills 15 miles (25 kms) from Lisbon, is like no other place

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4..make it 3 randoms (one already got eaten), my thanks for all those get-better wishes through the past week. Too many people to even reply to individually, though I wish I could.You picked me up, made me smile a lot, made me laugh a lot. It's perfect, cheap, effective medicine. You see, when I go down with a cold, it's not the common cold. I can be wrecked. Always been like that. It can even

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World, I post the dolphins (probably for the second time; I took this in May) because it relates somehow with how I wish I felt today.I've also made this my desk-top photo again, as it just brings so much good & positivity.Sadly, my reality today is much closer to what is conveyed in the second picture. Outside, the weather is warm, clear & calm for the 5th or 6th consecutive day. But I just feel

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It was a walk down a hill, across Chiado, inot the Baixa and finishing up in Rossio . I saw a LOT!«"The Happiness of Women"(2) Advert in Baixa pedestrian streets. In the little modelette's eyes is reflected the Santa Justa elevator. I must show you what it looks like from up there sometime. Oh, who remembers those wonderful oranges with Rossio behind?(3) A Portuguese street tradition from autumn

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I had some time in Lisbon this week. I could do what I always used to do, until 6 months ago: walk, observe, shoot, capture ordinary life.These pictures are part of the fruitful afternoon. It is a photographic story, which I invite you cordially to go and see in my web-album:http://picasaweb.google.com/Stewinout/You will find this album titled:"A Walk from Martires da Pátria to Rossio". PLEASE

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So, 6 days into the month (why can't it be April?), feels like the work has carried me far away from cameras and publishing a pinch of time & a few words.Here's something I saw during a break from working on Saturday. 24 photos shot in 9 days. Says it all.I did notice the headline on a UK newspaper this morning, that I thought of copy/pasting, with an answer to him. It simply said:"BUSH HAILS

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I have broken my vows to work till the bitter end because of this photo.This is the first time I have published a photo that I did not take, in fact I was not anywhere near when it was taken last August.It arrived today from my dear friend X, as a response to me and my own shadow yesterday.This is her & her husband, somewhere in Portugal. It made me laugh so much that I got her permission to

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Extra because I must say that I am beginning to drown/afogar/noyer in work. So for at least the rest of this week, I must be disciplined and do that, instead of this.So, for this temporary phase, here I am - almost - from tip to toe. I am very happy to inform you that my legs are not as long as they appear here. When I saw the effect of the low late-afternoon sun behind me on the street, I

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Suddenly, a perfect beach day. This is the end of it, in both senses.Collage of setting sun down Hello Avenue. Why 'Hello'? The flags promote a well-known ice cream brand, which in Portugal is known as 'Olá', which happens to mean...you've guessed it. At the Queen's Beach, or Praia da Rainha, the flags guide you onto the sand, the 'Olá' facing the sea.Nature choreographed a spectacular sunset. I

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Sometimes, I like to explore other notions of reality, beyond our eyes. These are 4 examples in which what the camera reveals pleases and excites me with what we cannot see. Click on them to enlarge.(1) 'Great Post-War Portuguese Photographers, Em Foco' Exhib. & my view.(2) Suddenly, a solitary child runs through the university, Faculdade de Letras, Lisboa. (3) "Espelho Meu/Mirror, Mirror" Exhib.

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This is an apology for the post that never arrived. Instead of the 4 pictures and their theme, here is the palhaço that I feel like after wasting so much precious time trying to bring abstractions to the internet.Maybe tomorrow. Who knows?

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What is going on this month here?I just discovered this by visiting artur campos http://mylookphotoblog.blogspot.com .In it was a comment from José Carvalho, a new photoblogger, who I had never heard of before. He reported that he must stop blogging as last Saturday, his car was broken into and roubaram (stole) his car stereo, camera & all his equipment. An enormous loss.I went over & left him a

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So a real return to the mouse of fortune (like in August). Weather now diabolical.(1) is colourful AND makes me smile.(2) Following Carlos' http://lisbonweeklyphoto.blogspot.com/ photo this week of a tuna, this is a 'Hot Tuna' (1960s ref), playing as the sun set into the sea at Faro port. Like Carlos pointed out, it's not a fish, but a university singing group!This guy is Preto (his nickname!),

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I want to see COLOUR!!!Happy to see me?Peacock, Lisbon City MuseumDo you also have the feeling like me that I'm neglecting humans lately?Nah!!!Here are a couple of Brazilian carnaval pea-hens.This one nearly lost her wig in a gust of breeze.Would never happen in Rio! Have a great, colourful week all!

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Empty, rain-threatened Lisbon, empty economics faculty, except for the Vice-Rector & me. Constructive, undisturbed work , with an enjoyable lunch and welcome deep discussion in between. On our way back up the Calçada de Estrela - no cars, only 28 trams - I took these pictures of the spectacular fruit display. They always do these displays, but this was the best ever. Bunches of perfect green &

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Well done Clarisse! Your very first day today.Here's a lot of colour to show you what this world can bring you. They are called flowers, or as your mum, dad, brother Tantie Tissie and grandparents are going to teach you to say: bloemetjes. And these are birds dancing in the morning sunlight for you!Nice, eh? INSTRUCTION:Get these two as large as you can by clicking on them.View them in the dark.

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Last Saturday morning, I walked down to the river for the sunrise again.And I wanted to see if the pigeons - yes, those pigeons we are so quick to malign in the cities and towns - would perform their sun-dance for me again.They were very happy to....... 

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The blog & I both need it, I realise.Last Sunday, my friend Patti & I went for a walk in an enchanting 18th-century park and visited the 2 museums on the estate, Theatre and Costume.It was worth the entry for the park alone. Right on the very edge of Lisbon, unbelievably we had never been there. This is the Monteiro Mor Park in Lumiar. It was just what I had been crying out for and, as usual,

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Dear Cergie,Celles-çi sont pour te montrer ce qui s'est passé dans la même après-midi à la plage. Les mouettes - heureusement - n'ont pas besoin de s'envoler d'içi, à cause du climat. Il s'agit de la pêche, un genre très original. Parfois, il paraît que toutes les mouettes qui vivent aux alentours de ce côte, tout près de Lisbonne, sur l'autre coté de l'estuaire de la Tage, en savent que l'on

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Electric Gaivota The real deal, endless joy and wonder 

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This gentleman is the first blogger I have actually met after "meeting" through our community.His name is Carlos Caetano, he is responsible for Lisbon Weekly Photo and we finally met up last Sunday. After a good few hours' conversation, we returned to where we had started - the Museo da Cidade (City Museum) and I took this photo as the night arrived. I had just missed a shot of an errant peacock

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When you're standing in line for over 4 hours, it's great that the police can oblige when you need to pay some attention to your make-up!

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Principe Real, that runs down into a long-established eating, drinking & clubbing zone (Bairro Alto), is coming alive with new cool restaurants joining its old haunts. «This was another lucky break for M.S. Coming up an alley, I found open shutters looking into one of the salons of the not-yet-open Pavilhão Chinês (Chinese Pavillion). One of the older, much loved, indescribably wonderful places,

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Out of the darkness & Luzboa (it will be back!), I bring you a fish theme: «The Catch «Something smells fishy around here!«Aquarium Street, Lisbon «Remember my pigeons dancing in a circle around the rising sun the week before last?Today, I offer goldfish at their own private party in the pond of their dreams, Museo Nacional de Azulejo. 

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The green zone is Chiado and Baixa (the Lower Town).«I know Carlos (Lisbon Weekly Photo) has already posted something from this place, but I couldn't resist, Carlos!In fact, coincidentally, this is the piazza in front of the São Carlos Theatre , a truly beautiful square. The foreground light is a small fountain. The sphere is part of the Luzboa.«I also couldn't resist taking or posting this one,

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Lisbon's biennial festival of light (Luzboa = Good light).3 central zones, marked by the colours of the street lamps, red, green & blue (this - obviously - is red). «Pic 1: Fernando Pessoa on an interior wall in Principe Real «Light display reflected on café terrace tables, Principe Real.It felt like walking through a vast, moving series of Edward Hopper paintings, mysterious, gloomy, vaguely

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Last Sunday evening, walking back to my car parked in the Baixa, after a day of visiting Lisbon's Roman ruins, I heard a rhythmic singing in the distance, thought of football fans and decided to go and see what was happening. It was much better than football fans; it was a group of about 40 Brazilians sheltered from the rain in an arcade of Praça de Comércio, performing capoeira.This is a dance

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While I make no excuses for a camera with which I cannot control the speed to freeze motion, I also feel that these pictures capture the essence of the art, origins and sheer excitement of capoeira.  

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Recipe: Cut an apple into portions;Place on a plate;Add some large juicy grapes;Cut a kiwi into half and add to the plate;Pour a river of honey on to the fruit until it forms a lake beneath it;Stand back, look into the future and wish yourselves and the world well.May this be a beginning of peace, health and much sweetness to you, yours and all!

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These are posted just 2 hours after I took them, by the Vila Franca waterside between 7.20 and 7.45 a.m.  

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M & her toy mouse : FridayThe bend in the road (message on sealed up door at the bottom) : Alfama, Saturday.The Green Windows Hotel : Sunday

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It felt like the time.And the word is Change.Following Papalagui's example, I have also "moved on".The name of this blog is now Time and a Word. You can change the link. If I can change the blog address without losing the entire archive, then I will also change it to T & a W.It is much more comfortable.And just to seal it, because I don't like Nowhere Man anymore, I have consigned him to the

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This is what picture 4 below should have looked like...go there and read on. 

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Last Sunday, I woke with an aching, screaming need for simplicity. Sometimes we need to turn off from ourselves, but cannot, there can be no escape; with no alternative, I went looking for simple exteriors to soothe my hurting soul.I found a huge black insect (come back Pequete & identify please!) breakfasting on a marigold in the cemetery. Remarkable when you click on it to see the rim of the

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