São Miguel, Azores
It’s already the middle of March, but there’s still patches of snow in my garden. Spring tends to come late to Toronto. So, for now, here’s some photographs from trips of years past that make me long for the green of São Miguel.
O mar dos Açores
Standing by gates wondering what’s on the other side.
I can still hear the hypnotic sound of these cows munching on dewy ocean-salted grass.
Stones blending with the green life.
Planalto dos Graminhais
Homes in a past life.