From the city to the country. I live on a farm in Northern Portugal. There´s a big field next to the house, with a track running alongside it for the tractor. I often take the dog out there for a walk, and while she´s having her fun I´m having mine, studying the diversified life on the path.
A flower in bud holds a promise. It promises to open up its secrets, reveal everything in front of any pair of eyes that will see it. But while it is still but a bud, it remains an enigma, a mystery, pure and innocent.
Next time, tiny flowers.
Photos from Gião, Vila do Conde, 2014.
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