I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
All summer long in 2018, the Roma camp on Skopelos Island was full of visitors. Every week another family arrived for a 7-10 day stay—aunts, uncles, cousins, tons of kids. Lots and lots of people I could photograph. But as the summer of 2019
Ring, ring. “Ela koukla mou.” Come, have a coffee, says Mitsos. New visitors have arrived at the campsite.A large group I’ve never seen before fills Mitsos’s “front door” of their basement home. A rotund gypsy, a xadelfos, cousin, surrounded by an
I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
All summer long in 2018, the Roma camp on Skopelos Island was full of visitors. Every week another family arrived for a 7-10 day stay—aunts, uncles, cousins, tons of kids. Lots and lots of people I could photograph. But as the summer of 2019
Ring, ring. “Ela koukla mou.” Come, have a coffee, says Mitsos. New visitors have arrived at the campsite.A large group I’ve never seen before fills Mitsos’s “front door” of their basement home. A rotund gypsy, a xadelfos, cousin, surrounded by an
I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
All summer long in 2018, the Roma camp on Skopelos Island was full of visitors. Every week another family arrived for a 7-10 day stay—aunts, uncles, cousins, tons of kids. Lots and lots of people I could photograph. But as the summer of 2019
Ring, ring. “Ela koukla mou.” Come, have a coffee, says Mitsos. New visitors have arrived at the campsite.A large group I’ve never seen before fills Mitsos’s “front door” of their basement home. A rotund gypsy, a xadelfos, cousin, surrounded by an