Words of Evangelia Senior9/21/19Today Evangelia and I sit in the shade of the olive trees sipping iced coffees. “Next year we go to Karditsa together,” she says. “Snap, snap, you can make many photographs.” A nice idea as her entire extended family,
I call Marinos this morning to confirm our meeting at the astinomia, the local police. We agreed that I will sell them my old motorbike for 100 euros. That’s what we tell the police, anyway. In reality, it’s a gift from me to them in exchange for
Young Eleftheria turned 15 this year. A tall serious girl with flowing black hair and almond eyes, she is the oldest daughter of Crazy Mitsos, my Roma friend and first contact with Roma families in Greece. In Skopelos, that first summer in 2018,
All the years I traveled around rural Greece, I searched for stories that described the daily life. Tales of meeting and photographing farmers, shepherds and bakers unfolded. Stories too of bouzouki bar nights and looking for abandoned villages high
Words of Evangelia Senior9/21/19Today Evangelia and I sit in the shade of the olive trees sipping iced coffees. “Next year we go to Karditsa together,” she says. “Snap, snap, you can make many photographs.” A nice idea as her entire extended family,
I call Marinos this morning to confirm our meeting at the astinomia, the local police. We agreed that I will sell them my old motorbike for 100 euros. That’s what we tell the police, anyway. In reality, it’s a gift from me to them in exchange for
Young Eleftheria turned 15 this year. A tall serious girl with flowing black hair and almond eyes, she is the oldest daughter of Crazy Mitsos, my Roma friend and first contact with Roma families in Greece. In Skopelos, that first summer in 2018,
All the years I traveled around rural Greece, I searched for stories that described the daily life. Tales of meeting and photographing farmers, shepherds and bakers unfolded. Stories too of bouzouki bar nights and looking for abandoned villages high
Words of Evangelia Senior9/21/19Today Evangelia and I sit in the shade of the olive trees sipping iced coffees. “Next year we go to Karditsa together,” she says. “Snap, snap, you can make many photographs.” A nice idea as her entire extended family,
I call Marinos this morning to confirm our meeting at the astinomia, the local police. We agreed that I will sell them my old motorbike for 100 euros. That’s what we tell the police, anyway. In reality, it’s a gift from me to them in exchange for
Young Eleftheria turned 15 this year. A tall serious girl with flowing black hair and almond eyes, she is the oldest daughter of Crazy Mitsos, my Roma friend and first contact with Roma families in Greece. In Skopelos, that first summer in 2018,
All the years I traveled around rural Greece, I searched for stories that described the daily life. Tales of meeting and photographing farmers, shepherds and bakers unfolded. Stories too of bouzouki bar nights and looking for abandoned villages high