{"id":73089,"date":"2018-07-23T16:17:10","date_gmt":"2018-07-23T14:17:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hipstography.com\/?p=73089"},"modified":"2018-07-23T16:17:10","modified_gmt":"2018-07-23T14:17:10","slug":"portugal-story-by-dorota-skowronska","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hipstography.com\/en\/hipstographers-2\/portugal-story-by-dorota-skowronska.html","title":{"rendered":"‘Portugal Story’ by Dorota Skowro\u0144ska"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Name:\u00a0<\/strong>Dorota Skowro\u0144ska
\nHometown:<\/strong> Warsaw, Poland
\nResides:<\/strong> Warsaw, Poland
\nProfession:<\/strong> HR
\nHobbies:<\/strong> photography, traveling
\nHipstographer since:<\/strong> 2013
\nYear of Birth:<\/strong> tricky question for women ;) 1968<\/p>\n

Favorite Combo: <\/strong>\u00a0Madalena\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/a> + \u00a0Stand Up\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nFavorite Lens: <\/strong>\u00a0Jane\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n Favorite Film: <\/strong>\u00a0Estrada\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n Favorite Flash:<\/strong>\u00a0None<\/p>\n

\"As Mariza sang, many years ago, I too was touched profoundly by the \"beijo de saudade\": the kiss of mournful longing for Portugal. When my longing becomes overwhelming, I travel there to quiet it. It\u2019s small but beautiful, with Spain as its \"big brother\". The Portuguese, however, stare straight into the neighboring waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
\nI enjoy being in Porto on the banks of the Douro River in the shadow of the Eiffel-style iron bridge. I love sauntering around Lisbon looking for the mouth of the river Tag, also known by the locals as the Straw Sea of Lisbon, or being lost in the hills of Alfama.
\nBesides the wonderful beaches with their yellow cliffs in Algarve, it\u2019s worth spending sunset at Saint Vincet Cape, contemplating the infinity of the ocean\u2026 feel \"saudade\" for the sailors.
\nI chose the Tejas<\/strong> lens and the Kodot XGrizzled<\/strong>\u00a0film to highlight the golden ochre colors during the day and the smoky ambience at dawn. Maybe it wasn\u2019t a sorrowful kiss; maybe it was \"mordida de saudade\" - a bite of sorrow, because I already long to return.\"<\/em>
\nDorota Skowro\u0144ska<\/p>\n\n\t\t