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Linda Brubacher, poetry & photography |
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House over Rio Gilao |
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Ebb Tide |
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Roman Bridge |
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St Ana Arches |
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The Bridge Before I saw it, It is within me, and beside me It's timelessness, |
The Bridge 2 It has known torrents It has withstood Standing, gazing listening |
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Capela Nossa Senhora do Livramento |
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Capela S. Roque |
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Linda Brubacher I was not born here in the sun, not anywhere near here, not this continent, but far away in Canada. It could be then that this growing love is simply an attraction of opposites; A need to replace snowdrifts with sanddrifts, endless winters with endless summers, shiny newness with patinaed ruins. Regardless of the how and why, it has happened: I am here in the land of olive trees, of lemons and terra cotta. A place where the sun is a constant companion and the sea is never far away. Here photography comes as natural as breathing. Images call out to be captured. The cobbles beg to tell stories of ages past through their design. Crumbling walls and chipped tiles whisper of their former grandeur and gladly share the sublties of their remaining beauty. To me, sepia, blue and white, with spatterings of lemon yellow and olive green, represent the essence of the sea, skies and red earth of the Mediterranean lands.
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