The intolerable borderland beauty of the Azores

Just getting into the gigantic mountainous techno-mountain of Azores pics this week. A year later, still a lot of mixed feelings about it. Expensive beauty that I can't seem to hold in my hand. Too many islands to see, not enough time. Too many tiny Portuguese beers to imbibe, too many weird foggy, cloudy timelapses and photographs. Black and white does the job here when color just fades to low hues. Ragged coastlines and endless straightaways. Debatable steaks despite cows grazing everywhere. Talk of Portuguese criminals and state of California flags flying high. Its a borderland, an archipelago between Europe and North America. Trump supporters and outdoor picnic chicken smoke wafting through parking lots. Alprazolam 1.0mg nights and grey mornings and hot pain killer afternoons. Sunburns and humid rain. Homophobes and rumored Ayahuasca ceremonies. Washing the dishes on quiet mornings and near breaking subwoofers in old cars blaring SZA and 21 Savage. Greens and greens and greens and blue hydrangeas from natures neon. Here, a farmland valley inside a giant caldera, containing two smaller ones, geological phenomena that is as hard to process as the islands and time spent there.