The Portuguese coast at dusk, the two of them tiny on the headland above the empty beach

Britta and Jenny

Golden hour along the cliffs

PortugalDecember 8, 2024

An effortless evening along Portugal’s rugged coastline. As the sun dipped into the sea, we followed the edge of the cliffs, letting the dramatic landscape naturally frame their connection. Nothing rushed, nothing staged, just two people taking in the golden light and being completely themselves.

The two of them running along the wet sand with surfboards under their arms, cliffs behind

Walking up the beach with their boards, both looking back, the red cliff lit by the low sun

Silhouetted against the setting sun as they cross the wet sand with their boards

Standing with their boards against the red sandstone cliff, both looking out to sea

Walking the shoreline with their boards, mirrored in the wet sand

The Portuguese coast at dusk, the two of them small on the sand below the red cliffs

Laughing in the shallows at dusk, one in linen dungarees and one in jeans

Walking arm in arm through the shallow water, both laughing at the camera

Walking side by side on the wet sand, looking at each other and smiling

Holding on to each other and laughing under the overhanging cliff

A long hug on the empty beach, one face against the other's shoulder

One of them swung off their feet mid hug, both of them laughing

Lifted off the ground in a hug, one leg kicked out behind

Both doubled over laughing, arms around each other on the sand

Carried piggyback along the beach, both of them mid laugh

The two of them small under the cliff and its cave, the tide out behind them

Standing close and looking at each other, one arm around the other's waist

Standing together in front of the cliff, hair blowing, both smiling at the camera

A portrait of the two of them on the sand, the red cliff rising behind

A hug at the water's edge, the evening sky reflected in the wet sand around them