Friday, May 31, 2013

Alexander The Great...

I have the joy of knowing so many kids of friends of mine.
I learn considerably much more from children than from many grown-ups.
They are still authentic in their energies. At least for some time.
As long as I keep my ears and eyes open, I can still remember how it once was.
That is no problem with Alexander around.
He gets my attention whenever he feels he wants it .
Through the clear and unpretentious manners of his.
Mobile phone photos.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Pumas and ouuupa...

 I experienced polarities, between early birds, 
and those who preferred more of a "hold" stage.
The dancers did a good job and got some people enthusiastic. 
New cultures are hard to take in.
Pumas inhaling.

I am not really ready to go.

They got louder and louder.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

A surprise intervention...

I always just land and I am being met at the airport by a friend, in all silence and modesty.
Some people are met with pomp and circumstance! Like this group from a first time to the island Danish operator, Aarhus Charter. Outside of some coffee and ouzo, police escort and dancers, the large group was met by the local organizer of Alonia Holidays and the Lord Mayor of the island, with a red rose behind his left ear. It was just outside of the village of Lambo Mili, where the coaches were stopped and people were asked to leave the buses.  It came as a big surprise. I could not avoid being there. 
First time ever, a Greek police car with foreign flags.

Open doors to car radio, the Greek version of stereo.

Casual guys.

Lots of confusion.

Eye contact.

A speech, the Greek, modest way.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Afternoon sleeping...

Slowly walking the village streets. It is a hot afternoon.
One of the first this Summer. I stop and recognize a sense of impasse.
Everyone and everything holding its breath.
Waiting for murmur and humans.

Rendez-vous with cat.

A quiet chat.

Patient Panagiotis.

Environment for Ignatios and mezé.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Party is over...

And then everyone gathered outside. 
Like a school break for the Summer holiday.
Some talking, some just watching.
Some of us stayed for lunch, going in for landing.

Monday, May 13, 2013

And it all went on......

The older generation has time to be there long in advance. 
It is an important social gathering. I have seen most of the people before.
Then came friends, the family, papous, giagia, the Godfather and parents.
And E, who more looked surprised than anything else.
It was all a warm feeling for me to sort of watch from the outside looking in.

Photographer at work.

Early birds.


Giagia and friend.


Sweet friend.

No one could be in safer hands.


Everyone watching.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Set for βάπτισμα...

I like baptisms. For the social gathering.
And less for the almost hysterical ceremonies.
But you do not rock the boat in Greece when it comes to traditions. 
It is set to go, up at the Castro of the village at the church of Ταξιάρχις . 
All is prepared and so is the priest,
who is there long in advance,
and so is the official photographer, both waiting for people to come. 

Breathtaking view on a rather gloomy day.

He sat down beside me, said hello and then he talked to his master.

The pool, the bucket and the oil.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Easter, peaceful Easter...

Amazing to me how much Easter is in the system of each Greek I know.
Dressing up for visit to church on Easter Night. Family gatherings and lots of joy.
Visiting Nature during the day, taking a swim at Xristi Akti,
and the sea and shores were friendly.

Back for holy weekend.

Hardly a whisper.

Changes face every year.

Preparing a holy place, waiting for guests.

Contemplating with the sea.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Perhaps the best time of the year...

Out of all fantastic choices there are,
when choosing the best time of the year, I choose now. 
I have had it for this Winter up the north. 
It is this break before the real heat arrives,
and fellow tourists are flooding the beach,
when Spring cats are looking for company
 and the beach of Psiriara holds it´s breath.

Knock, knock.
Still quiet.
Not just sand.