There is always a slight pain and joy when I utter those words 'I'm out of here' which indeed I am for a few weeks. The need for warmth and to replenish my photo stocks of Crete has become to great and so I'm off back to the beautiful Island of Crete! One of these days I'll manage to go somewhere else but for now I don't think this will do me any harm. I have to say my hayfever is not a problem there so I look forward to a slightly easier time with regard to that and as the English summer seems to have dissolved these last 2 years, (if in fact we ever had one) this seems to be the only way to guarantee some sun. I think if my memory serves me right we had a nice summer in 1976. We must be due another soon!
As always my base will be the beautiful mountain village of Kritsa (Κριτσά). Here is a map of where I am located, the little marker is just about where the house is. That's you looking at me and here is what I see looking towards the sea.
If you fancy some film goodness whilst I am away then you can do no better than popping over in the direction of the Filmwasters Blog. The images change there every day and you can access all of the blogs and sites via the images. Hell, if it's a little community that you are after then why not joint the Filmwasters Forum. A more positive thing you'd be hard pressed to do if film is your bag. Not into film?....well they may tempt you back from the dark side.
This from the tiny village of Aghios Georgios (Άγιος Γεώργιος) close to the town of Aghios Nikolaos (Άγιος Νικόλαος) it was a village that I visited and photographed a few years ago with 35mm so I thought it would be good to re-visit with the Hasselblad and see what I made of it now. Well the dogs still tried to bite me and it still appeared to be devoid of any human activity even though the signs of habitation were all around me. Perfect conditions if the truth be known...I get to be left alone to shoot...which with me is slow...god am I slow! You wanna see where Aghios Georgios (Άγιος Γεώργιος) is? here is an aerial view of the area.
fell on her pages found me out
on her words i dont know what
to do or say
warm canals and pools clear blue
the Tuscarawas flows into
the prairie land
to where the highway met
dead end tracks
the ground is now cement and glass
and far away
heal her soul, carry her, my angel, ohio