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 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
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
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
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry
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 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
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
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
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry
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 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
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
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
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry