Zambujeira do Mar, Portugal. The cold cuts like a knife. And the wind. So much wind that is almost suicide get too close to the edge of the cliff. We are brutally pushed and shaken. Interestingly the tripod with the machine doesn’t move. Either way, I hold the tripod, do not go the devil weave them.
The sun is saying goodbye to this side of the world and the environment gains a whole color palette. Blue, purple, yellow, orange. Once again, Mother Nature offers a spectacle and few people are watching. And it’s free …
The colors, the definition and latitude of the files, all the way to adjust the settings, impresses me at the X-T1. My backpack seems that joined the gym and is now thinner, much lighter. My backs will thank you.
Fuji XF14mm F2.8