I am still in the harbor. Watching the pier line across the water from my coffee chair and it had struck me earlier, that I have never been out on the pier and I told a friend of mine. He just stared at me and said, "you have to be joking". I could just answer "no, I am honest. I have always said, there is always another day". So, after so many years in the village-town, I went there and took a few pictures of my beloved harbor on a very quiet day. I just picked a few and I saw the part of the world in miniature, that I carry around with me, wherever I go in the world.
I went back when I heard my friend Stavros from Rhodos shout at me from across,
"Torsten, your coffee is ready". So, what stays with me is, how could I have avoided going there during all these years? Too much of pushing things in front of me. An imprint to think about......
|ON A VERY MIXED BLACK AND WHITE DAY|
|ALWAYS CARRYING THIS AROUND WITHIN|
|FISHING, ON A QUIET DAY LIKE THAT|
|THE AIGEON CAFETERIA AND THE CHAPEL|
|BRINGS US FOOD ON THE TABLE|