There is a place in Lisbon called Pink Street. It is quite literally a pink street. It’s a place where the late-night party goers party the night away. I decided to forego the party and see what it’s like early in the morning. It was quiet when I arrived with only 2 people shuffling down the street during my hour here. The street, a little on the sticky side, had the remnants of last night’s big party littered here and there.
After the Party Goers Leave
Pink Street is very short so after taking a few photos from different angles I made my way back to the apartment for some breakfast. Since it was still early morning I had to wait for the next place to open up before I could visit. My final stop for this trip was to the Igreja do Carmo. One of my first adventures in LIsbon was the light show at the Carmo. Check out the light show in the Carmo here.
The Carmo is imposing during the day with its tall columns reaching up to the roof that is long gone, although a little less mystical in appearance than my visit Here at night. Opposite the entrance into the Carmo is the entrance to the Museu Arqueologico do Carmo or the Carmo Archaeological Museum.
Museu do Carmo
Inside the museum exhibits from pre-historic through to the Middle ages of Lisbon’s history are kept in a few small rooms. There is a beautiful light coming in through the tall windows giving the rooms a peaceful feeling as I walked the small rooms.
The next room over featured a library with some models in the centre to the room. The library windows went so far up I could barely fit them in so I had to take a few shots to stitch them together so you could see them all. It was a very imposing room.
Carvings on Sarcophagus
In one of the last rooms I found a few more sarcophagi. This one, pictured above, drew my attention with its intricate carvings of people holding objects. Not sure what they all have but I love their facial expressions, At the ones that still have their heads…lol
And with this final stop on my trip here to Lisbon I am sad to leave but I know that one day I will be back to visit her again one day soon to discover more of her treasures.
Adeus to lovely Portugal.
It was a last minute idea but I knew I had to get out to see the partial solar eclipse today. One photo is all I really wanted but once I got over to my chosen spot I felt I had to get a sequence of shots that I could stitch together. And it worked out!!
Solar Eclipse at St Elias
I specifically choose St. Elias church because of its beautiful design. I also knew that no one would be around so I wouldn’t have had to contend with crowds.
For the photo above I took six different photographs and then in post production I added each phase of the sun into one photo to create the look you see here. Turned out pretty good considering the last minute planning.
In 2014 the Ukrainian Church, St. Elias, burnt to the ground in a massive blaze. Today I visited the rebuilt church with its pretty copper tops.
Willow at St. Elias
The church is looking mighty fine these days.
While up this way I thought I would also pay a short visit to Scottsdale Farm.
It’s days like these when I wish that autumn would last for months rather than weeks.
I headed up to Penetanguishene and the surrounding area with a couple friends in tow in the hopes of finding some winter inspiration. We had fantastic, sunny weather but there was quite the chill in the air. (Yes, I know its the middle of winter, it should be cold.) The Penetanguishene harbour was frozen over and I noticed this large crack leading from the main docks out toward the opposite shore.
Speaking of the opposite shore we did check that our while we were here to see what the town looked like from over there. It’s not very often I see this view and sometimes I forget how pretty the town is. And look at those awesome clouds.
One of the other stops we made today was in Hillsdale. There is a beautiful run down mill along the river there. It’s crumbling structure makes me sad that it is neglected but what a photographic find!!
Mill at Hillsdale
Isn’t she pretty? Yeah, I know, I’m weird…I like the old, falling apart kind of things. And so ends another fun day with my fellow photographers and playing in the snow.
On the move again today; this time my drive takes me through Vermont and New Hampshire before heading to my campsite in Massachusetts. It was a long day of driving through Vermont and New Hampshire to my final destination: Pearl Hill State Park in Massachusetts. The sunny skies kept me from getting great shots of the areas I drove through so I don’t have much to show you from those two states.
As I entered into Massachusetts I stopped at this church built in the Federal-style back in 1816. It’s white walls glowed against the deep blue sky and I just had to stop to take a photo.
First Parish Church MA
After settling into my campsite at Pearl Hill I decided to venture out to the “swimming hole” to get some late day shots. With the pond completely surrounded on all sides by the trees getting a shot of the sun setting was a no go. That was okay as the light was beautiful and the long shadows of the trees and lit up leaves held my interest.
Pearl Hill State Park
As I explored the area I found some mushrooms (and you know how much I love mushrooms) so I got down for a closer look. The one below seemed to be smiling. All it needs it some little googl-y eyes.
My stomach started to grumble so I knew it was time to head back to the campsite to get some dinner. Looking forward to tomorrow as I head to Salem and then into Maine.