Photographic Monday: Azores edition

It has been quite a while since the last Photographic Monday.  Thankfully, I recently went through the photos I took on my holidays last year, and found I had quite a few shots to share with you. (Yes, I can take some time to actually see the photos I took. It’s not good.)

Those holidays were spent in two of the nine islands of the Azores, Faial and Pico. I’ll only be showing you photos of Pico for the time being – otherwise, this blog post would be very lengthy. Ready? Set… go!

Postcard from the Azores VI

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Photographic Monday: Where’s the frog?

I’ve noticed that some of my most liked posts are the photography ones, and so, for your pleasure, I am introducing a new feature to Tessellated Tales: Photographic Monday.

From now on, Mondays will be the day when I’ll share photos that I like, as well as some of mine.

To start this new adventure, I’ve chosen a photo I saw on facebook a couple of times. A friend of mine, a biologist, posted it, telling the rest of us to “find the frog” in this photo:


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A trip to the zoo (Part 1/?)

Maybe it’s my biologist self, maybe it’s just because I love animals, but few things make me as ecstatic as being with animals. Sadly, where I live, I only have access to birds, spiders, flies and mosquitoes (and my cats, of course). Even though the birds are exciting (especially birds of prey), they fly a little too high for us to have a chat. Hence why, when I find myself in a zoo, I go absolutely bonkers.

No, before you get ideas, I don’t try to jump fences or feed them. But I do go… how should I say this… photography crazy. And I squeak at the sight of meerkats. And snakes. And lemurs. And owls. And lizards. And seals. And otters. And — oh you get my drift.

It’s no wonder that whoever I’m with has to physically drag me away from some areas or from the zoo itself. I just love it there too much.

A couple of years ago, I had the chance to revisit the Lisbon Zoo, where I had spent many an afternoon of my childhood but had not gone to in years, and, obviously, went down one of my insanity trips. I’m going to share with you just a few of the hundreds of photos I took that day.

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How flowers bloomed at the end of summer

Around this time last year, I embarked on a trip of a life time: I did an Erasmus year in England. Sheffield to be more exact. It could hardly have gone better.

But I didn’t know it would be so pleasant at the start. I was nervous to boot. And understandably so. It was my first time away from home for over a week, and I had chosen to spend it in a foreign country, in a town I knew next to nothing about, where I only knew one person – and she was going there for the first time too. A bit of a mad thing to do.

So when I got there, after a good night’s sleep after a day of panic attacks, sleep deprivation, starvation, of waiting for hours for trains that didn’t show up (eyeing you, Manchester Piccadilly station), I did the only thing one could do to relax. I picked up my camera, set up Google Maps on my phone and went looking for the Botanical Gardens.

Say what you will, looking at flowers and trees is more important than food. (Sometimes.) Besides, there was a rare, wild creature I was expecting to see…

Oops! Got Caught
The Squirrel.

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