thoughts

 

November 7, 2010

Daily Bread

 

“Daily Bread”, my most recent body of work, began as a document of rural people working, living, and celebrating feast days with the Greek landscape as a backdrop. Now my photos have grown to include images I capture on my way to location shoots.  From the time my little Fiat and I drive off the ferry in Volos, the nearest port town from Skopelos, these images start to roll.

 

It happens easily because roads in Greece are 20th century roads, that is, secondary two-lane highways.  Yes, there is the dual carriage Egnatia Odos (National Road), but that exists mostly between big cities. And the Egnatia, unpredictable in nature, will suddenly stop, dumping  the traffic onto a 2-lane local road where kantinas (food campers on wheels) entice the traveler; road-side stands overflow with fruits, honeys and jams; telephone poles are taped with posters of singers  from summers past; all this seduces me to stop, take a photo, practice my Greek, and make some friends.

 

 

 

October 7, 2010

The Strange and the Ordinary in the Peloponessos

 

Driving from Mani to Sparti, the roads are serpentine. I think I am speeding over the mountain roads until cars suddenly appear in my rear-view mirror 2 feet from my bumper. It’s the Greek signal for “move over--you’re going too slow!”  

 

South of Sparti, a farm stand looms up ahead with vegetables, big bags of potatoes. A solemn, middle-aged woman stands by in a print dress and apron and I buy a 20-pound bag of potatoes (what was I thinking!) Later, near Tripoli, I pull off at a gas station to buy water and make a bathroom stop. As I sit in my car sipping water, a car pulls in next to me and three guys get out. They walk to a wall 20 feet in front of me, turn their backs, spread their legs, hands in front offering guidance, and relieve themselves. I can’t believe it--a provocation or simply a “Hey, we can do this—we’re guys!”.