Nothing spells spring more than dappled light falling on an English Bluebell wood and of course this is a busy time for photographers.
The Alcazar of Jerez or more correctly Jerez de la Frontera (the frontier being between the Muslim and Christian worlds) is one of the most emblematic monuments in the city. It is situated in the Southeastern corner of a wall that once enclosed the ancient city. The Alcazar comprised walls, towers and gates and constituted a complex defensive system.
Sherry is everywhere in Jerez – it really is the only game in town. A photowalk around the backstreets reveals bodega after bodega.
Many of the Sherry producers in Jerez run tours and tastings – it is interesting to learn about the production and Sherry types ranging from the dry Fino through to the sweet Pedro Jimenez.
A glorious day in Cadiz with a deep blue sky and a few wispy clouds – perfect conditions for the fisheye – the fisheye loves blue skys and hates cloudy grey. Coupled with the strong architectural lines and intricate details of the many balconies in Cadiz some interesting compositions can be found.
Cádiz is a city and port in the region of Andalusia in southwestern Spain.
Well not quite, actually the El Puerto de Santa Maria to Cadiz ferry !
Jerez is a small city in Spain’s Andalusia region, it is most noted for the production of Sherry.
Cacela Velha is an intriguing little village, that rare thing a largely untouched by tourism place that sits on a bluff overlooking the lagoons and beaches of the eastern Algarve. A cobbled square by a little church (Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Assunção), an old telephone box and a slightly incongrous giant plant(s) sculpture provide some good places to stand and hopefully some interesting images.
I feel a series of posts coming on.
I have been wanting to photograph the little church in Conceição for a while and had in mind a long exposure with clouds scudding over and today, once it stopped Chuva(ing), I decided to give it a go – and tricky it proved to be.
Following on from my earlier post about an Englishman’s favourite topic, no not depth of field equivalency, the weather – things have taken a turn for the worse with plenty of “Chuva” as the Portugese call it – i.e it’s p**ing down and blowing a gale !
I have yet to capture a good sunset with the G9 – not because the G9 isn’t capable but because I have not seen a decent sunset for what feels like months – we really are having some odd weather in Western Europe this year with spring seemingly bypassed and summer still some way over the horizon.
Still getting to grips with the Samyang 7.5mm Fisheye Lens – this time in the old part of Tavira. One thing I have learnt is that the fisheye loves cobbles and Portugal is great for cobbles.
More Tavira in colour, around the old town between Praça Zacarias Guerreiro and the catholic church of Ermida de São Sebastião.
This time just in and around the Praça Zacarias Guerreiro and featuring the Igreja de Sào José do Hospital o do Espírito Santo and the Igreja de San Francisco.
Big yellow knobs and a fish vacuum – could only be more fisheye fun.
Ayamonte is the last town in Spain – or maybe the first – either way it is the frontier town on the River Guadiana thats forms the Spanish Portugese border.
Some colourful details amongst the Moorish white walls and terracotta tiles of Tavira.
Tavira, on Portugal’s eastern Algarve coast, was occupied by the Moors between the 8th and 13th centuries, the occupation left its mark on the agriculture, architecture and culture of the area, an influence that can still be seen today in the whitewashed buildings, Moorish style doors and rooftops.
I recently splashed out on a Samyang 7.5mm f/3.5 Fisheye lens, I say splashed out but really compared with a fisheye for a full frame sensor camera it was an absolute bargain. It’s a manual focus lens and you have to set the aperture on the lens rather than with the camera so in addition to the fact that it is a fisheye, which in itself is new territory for me, it is all a bit of a learning curve.
It appears that communism is alive and well in the Portuguese town of São Brás de Alportel – indeed it is still a major force on the political scene particularly in rural parts of Portugal.
The Portugese town of São Brás de Alportel was a settlement in Roman times and later inhabited by the Moors.