Travel Tips

Once upon a time, when the witches still rode their brooms, I took my girlfriend to Nazare, in a nice rough weather. Walking by the seaside, she almost got wet, by a stronger wave, and I didn’t fail the photo, capturing the moment. Later on, while developing the photo, the witches showed their power, and a face appeared smiling from the water at Fernanda’s feet. Strange…

Cautiously, I advanced to the second picture, an innocent sunset, and… god! Flowers, popping from the clouds? It was too much. What could I expect from the third one?

Well…nothing. Fisherman not fishing as usual, people searching the witches in all directions, but… nothing, I said.
We had to think. And the explanation came afterwards, as common as we could expect. The paper used to print the two first pictures had already been exposed, but not developed. The smiling face and the flowers belong to an unknown bride, that will never guess what happened.
You say: everything natural and clearly explained. Of course. But look at the perfect position of both the strange elements. Coincidence, you say? Nah! The witches… The witches of Nazare. Brrrrr.