pea soup

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Fog, fog go away...come again another day....or not...don't ever come back.  EVER. I swear to goodness fisherman wake up in the morning and think, 'today it's going to be foggy....I better get out there and cause some trouble!'  There is really no other explanation for having a rogue fishing boat cross your bow 9 foggy watches out of 10.  It seems like I'll be looking out at clear skies with not a ship on the horizon...fog rolls in...and before you know it you're saying, 'Captain, I have a small contact - he'll be crossing the bow.'  This quickly turns into, 'Captain, well he was going to cross the bow...but now he's heading straight for us....'

Seriously?!  Yes....seriously.

Azores :: Blue and White

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I've always had a 'thing' for blue and white.  I think it's because so many of my childhood memories include blue and white.  I grew up with a blue and white kitchen - specifically blue willow dishes and cobalt blue glasses (that my Mom and I purchased in Mexico and packed home...stuffed in baskets...and then into our luggage).  When my Grandma passed away we got some of her things - specifically we got a blue willow plate that had dark brown cracks all through the glaze.  My Great-Grandma's house had burned down when she was a young girl.  When they were kicking through the rubble that blue willow plate was the only thing they found.  I had a total fascination with that plate.  My Grandma kept it under her bed all wrapped up.  When I would visit her in the summer I would beg her to get the plate out.  I would just look at it....I think it brought Little House on the Prairie alive for me. That was a pretty major tangent....anyways, I love blue and white!  This church in the Azores really struck my fancy...and I'm guessing it's because of its colors.  I walked around the church taking photo after photo.  I must have 50 photos of this church alone.  I saved this series for last because they were my favorites (minus the one I labeled my favorite of course).  A last goodbye to the Azores...until we meet again!

 

Azores :: Houses

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My Mom and I love to drive around and 'cruise' neighborhoods.  Whenever we're somewhere new we'll drive through neighborhoods - we especially love checking out older homes.  We even do this in our own town - we'll cruise neighborhoods that we've cruised ten million times just to check and see if there is anything new going on...or just to dream away. When we road tripped through New England (right before I went to college) we were in house cruising heaven!  When my Mom was dropping me off at school we went to the bookstore to buy uniforms...we were chatting away with the ladies there going on and on and on about how cool we thought the houses were.  One of my ultimate Besties was there - Baisey.  We didn't really say hi to eachother but later she told me, 'My Mom and I were in the bookstore and heard you guys say you liked to look at houses...I thought you were sooo weird.'  Ha!  Look at us now!  (Baisey....Arms Up!)

So of course, walking through the streets in Praia da Vitoria all I wanted to take pictures of were the houses!  Some were ramshackle - for some reason the ramshackle ones are my favorites.  Maybe because I grew up in a ramshackle plantation house in Honomu and that house holds my fondest memories!