The city of Santana, on the Northern coast of Madeira, always exerted an irresistible enchantement over me. Over the years I lost count to the hundreds of visits made to this charmingly luxurious small town, starting point for so many hikes along the Laurissilva forest and on the high peaks. The reason for that effect is beyond my understanding. Could be because of its obstinate nature, being born and built on the rough northern coast, fustigated by countless storms over the centuries, thus giving it a tough charisma. But also because of its melancholic and peaceful mood on the late Spring and Summer evenings, reminding us that the natural world is in perpetual motion. And no storm ever lasts. And all that enclosed by an eternal greenish landscape, in a strong contrast with the common pastel tones of the southern slopes. And, seriously, who, amongst you, doens't like the green colour in nature?
Nikon D300 and Sigma 17-50mm F2.8 EX DC HSM. Manfrotto XDB190 tripod and 490RC4 ball head.
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