Tag madeira

The cliffs at noon, framed by the sound of swifts.

Seeing the ocean as an endless source of fuel for the mind.

The artist’s summer paradise – a desk in the shade, a pretty view, the sound of water.

Stretching up to a view, in the shade of century-old trees.

Clouds up on a tree or fresh carpet on grass, the scent of purple is a blooming Jacaranda.