Category Archives: Portugal

Disposable camera, indisposable memories

Capturing a photo on film evokes this strange feeling in me: a slice of time being captured; the moment physically frozen; to be stowed away; to never be lost, but to be forgotten; forever left in dust filled boxes, in cobweb filled attics, only to let me reminiscence into the past when re-discovered decades later in future.

I have to admit that my expectation of this feeling, of using a disposable camera to be similar to that of traditional film camera – was misinformed. The idea that the very device used to capture these moments, will be lifeless and pretty much useless after doing so; made me feel the added dimension of ephemeralness to the format. I have neither expected nor anticipated this, and it has left me gasping to slow down.

With digital cameras I usually take anywhere between few hundreds to few thousands of pictures in an year. On film, a hundred pictures or so. But with a disposable camera, I managed to take a mere 30 shots in an entire year; of those 5 were a lost, forever; leaving me wondering, what was in it? where was I? what was I thinking?; questions, which perhaps, I will never get the answers for.

Here are some of my favourite moments in the “forever format”

Snow in Amsterdam


Home, Amsterdam


Shanghai, China



Airports


Lisbon, Portugal


Algarve, Portugal






Texel Island, Netherlands


Sagres and the Atlantic

Recently I did a trip to Portugal. While I landed in Lisbon, after couple of days I was tempted to go see the Atlantic ocean and so I ended up renting a car and driving about 750kms in 2 days, all the way to the south-western most point and along the Atlantic coast of Portugal.

The main subject on my agenda was to see the coastal cliffs in the town called Sagres. The views brought back memories of Etretat in France, with the biggest difference being the splashing sounds of furious ocean waves.



Standing alone on a secluded beach was such a delight


I drove a little further to see the spectacular sunset from the light house


As the light waned, I made a reservation in a nearby hotel, where I woke up to spectacular blues – both in sight and in mood for I didn’t want to leave that place.


Now I look back, dream of the day I drive along this road again, back to those blues.