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During May of 1999 I took a weekend trip to the Algarve, Portugal's southern most province. It's
about a 3-hour drive from Rota, Spain, where I was stationed. Rota is a quiet, wonderful little town.
The Algarve was even quieter; I almost didn't want to go back to Rota!
This is some of my earliest serious photography. I was a Navy Yeoman (clerk), and just starting to
think about a career as a professional photographer. These are presented, despite their lack of digital
quality, in part because they represent a stage in my growth with the camera, and because, until I
receive orders to Europe again, these are the only images of Portugal captured by me.
about a 3-hour drive from Rota, Spain, where I was stationed. Rota is a quiet, wonderful little town.
The Algarve was even quieter; I almost didn't want to go back to Rota!
This is some of my earliest serious photography. I was a Navy Yeoman (clerk), and just starting to
think about a career as a professional photographer. These are presented, despite their lack of digital
quality, in part because they represent a stage in my growth with the camera, and because, until I
receive orders to Europe again, these are the only images of Portugal captured by me.
Your humble correspondent
(above) in the city of Loule,
Portugal (left, taken by me). I
was a Third Class Petty
Officer, 27 years old.
(above) in the city of Loule,
Portugal (left, taken by me). I
was a Third Class Petty
Officer, 27 years old.
The cliffs of the Algarve, Europe's
southwestern-most point. Averaging
around 80 feet in height, the cliffs created
coves that hid these incredibly clean
beaches. Down on the sand, the water was
an emerald green that broke cleanly over
the rocks, looking like liquid crystal.
Lower image (only) is a clickable link
to a higher-res image. This is from before
my time as a professional photog, so the
image quality is not great.
southwestern-most point. Averaging
around 80 feet in height, the cliffs created
coves that hid these incredibly clean
beaches. Down on the sand, the water was
an emerald green that broke cleanly over
the rocks, looking like liquid crystal.
Lower image (only) is a clickable link
to a higher-res image. This is from before
my time as a professional photog, so the
image quality is not great.
As the group and I hung out,
an ancient-looking sail boat
glided quietly across the
Atlantic Ocean, creating an
impression that we had
entered a land where time
stopped over 300 years ago.
an ancient-looking sail boat
glided quietly across the
Atlantic Ocean, creating an
impression that we had
entered a land where time
stopped over 300 years ago.
The town of
Carvoreiro at night.
We had dinner here,
and then spent the
evening just walking
around, smelling the
sea and listening to the
surf.
Carvoreiro at night.
We had dinner here,
and then spent the
evening just walking
around, smelling the
sea and listening to the
surf.
From the 15th of May, 1999, to the present, this image has remained fixxed in my
mind as the quintessential image of southwestern Europe. This is the Europe I
imaged when I received orders to Spain. Much to my wonder, this very much
turned out to be the Europe I saw. This is a clickable link to a higher-res image.
This is from before my time as a professional photog, so the image quality is not
great.
mind as the quintessential image of southwestern Europe. This is the Europe I
imaged when I received orders to Spain. Much to my wonder, this very much
turned out to be the Europe I saw. This is a clickable link to a higher-res image.
This is from before my time as a professional photog, so the image quality is not
great.
