AZORES - Islands of Terceira, São Jorge and Pico - 1999

My first trip...

In 1999, I did my first baptism of flight. Although the flight was not as far as I wanted in my dreams, it was the initial ignition for new and longer flights. I was flying for the first time on the Atlantic Ocean, towards its most beautiful "Pearls" anchored by geological moorings in the abyssal depths, to the effervescence of life on its surface.  To glimpse for the first time in the distance these dark dots as ghosts lost in the infinite oceanic blue, is something that touches us in the soul...           

                                                                                                                                                                                                           J.P Oliveira  



Terceira Island; with beautiful city of Angra do Heroísmo (UNESCO World Heritage since 1983), leaves us marveling at the great architectural beauty. The dark volcanic stone of the sidewalks, contrasts unequally with the immaculate white of the houses, everything is majestically beautiful and harmonious...

São Jorge Island; magnificent and beautiful the island of the Archipelago of the Azores. The Fajãs look like tongues of earth wedged between the cliffs and the Atlantic Ocean, which stubbornly resist the fury of the sea and give shelter to people molded to the bitterness of time, are a wonderful sight to the eyes.Across the channel, Pico Island, provides a charmingly fantastic landscape, resembling a floating platform with a pinnacle in the middle, wrapped in circles of persistent clouds. Formations of dark stone Basaltic spiked on all sides, leaves us bowed before the great demonstration of the geological force of the Nature.

Pico Island; Of all the trip I made to the Azores at that time, I keep the spectacular crossing of the channel between São Jorge and Pico. I did not have the pleasure of seeing bouncy dolphins, or the snows at the top of the Pico Volcano cone, but it was still less spectacular...                                                  We made the crossing in a small boat, the water was within reach of a hand. The splashing of the keel when tearing the water along with the curling caused by the movement of the boat in successive swoops against the waves filled our lips with a deliciously salty taste. Like children. I, and my wife, in endless ripped laughs, delighted in this fantastic moment. 

Got to know a shortly. Wanting to see more. The will, one day there to return with more time...to return, to the Azores.

Author note: The images about this post, unfortunately are few and of poor quality. In 1999, it was still in the beginnings of digital photography... Nikon, launched that same year, first digital (DSLR) camera to D1 with a 2.7 megapixel sensor. I unfortunately still had no money for such a toy and I was content with my Nikon analogue reflex... lenses without VR system and ISO 200 or 400 rolls, which had to save on the shots...  



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