I shot this when I was 20 and on a solo winter adventure in Greece. I discovered a little town nestled at the top of these cliffs, on the island of Karpathos. I was on a rooftop at dusk here, presumably being courted in the most unrefined of styles by the only other American in the town at the time. It may have been his booming self-interested commentary that had me capture the landscape before us from this perspective – one demonstrating the interferences we’ve created socially, the disruption of our serenity in the pursuit of common comfort. And yet, as one might expect of me, I love this pole breaking up the idyllic anyway, and I’d prefer a postcard from this cliff top featuring it, than absent of it… Click if you wish to comment. MORE
He brought me flowers, and they breathed into me the fortitude of four women, as I managed to meet our fractured path with some makeshift form of forgiveness, seduced by something finally fresh inside this dead space. But that freshness came wrapped in confused remorse, and the limp half commitment of this floral delivery would simply end up wilting us a little bit more.
But I didn’t know that, at the time.
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