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29 Μαρ 2009
21 Μαρ 2009
...THE MAGIC WILD TULIP OF MARCH...
...The Magic Wild Tulip of March...
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran
10 Μαρ 2009
9 Μαρ 2009
Λαχανοφρουτάδικο στη Θεσσαλονίκη
Thessaloniki
Το μανάβικο προφανώς μας χαλούσε :-)
Λαχανοφρουτάδικο, όπως λέμε ορθάδικο, σκυλάδικο, ρεμπετάδικο, φαγάδικο, αλλά και κρίμα-και-άδικο :-)
Μου φαίνεται πρέπει να κάνω καμιά βόλτα προς τα πάνω σύντομα, μου έχει λείψει η Θεσσαλονίκη.
8 Μαρ 2009
Red for Love
View On Black and large!
My photos on darckr
To buy a print... or see my site...
Acheter une impression... ou voir mon site...
Thank you so much everyone for all the beautiful and warm
comments on this photo.
If you'd like to buy my book...
(40 pages, hardcover, including dust jacket)
New shoes always hurt
Es un "regalito" para Ignacio Abalos, un artista hasta cuando escribe testimoniales.. :-)))
7 Μαρ 2009
'Greece, no matter what, is a beautiful place to wake up in the morning.'
'Greece, no matter what, is a beautiful place to wake up in the morning.', originally uploaded by Sibad.
Email from me - Feb 14, 2009 4:48 AM - to C in America: Dear C. So glad to hear from you…We live amid a crisis none of us has encountered before. Life seems fine for us but all around storm clouds seem to be gathering and many more are clearly caught up in the effects of this historic economic hurricane – one that I realise has been brewing a long time. Kindest regards, Simon
Reply from C: Dear Simon, Same here; we are feeling nothing yet except for a freezing in University contributions to our retirement funds. Otherwise, we are waiting to find out the impact of lending restrictions on our enrolments and in the meantime...firing some of our adjuncts. The times lend themselves to philosophical reflection. All this unreality that we have been living in - here in America at least - has hit bottom. A good thing but not one that rewards prudent people. Enjoy Corfu. Greece, no matter what, is a beautiful place to wake up in the morning...My very best to you, C
The sun waits to rise into a cloudless sky. C remarks from far away on the Pacific coast. “Enjoy Corfu. Greece, no matter what, is a beautiful place to wake up in the morning" but I’m as superstitious as any atheist about reflections on the rewards of fortunae. The names of people who rejoice in their luck are selected by a divine factotum and placed face-down on a gilded dish that passes around the table on timeless Olympus. Amid merriment, each God selects the human whose fate it is to be their post-prandial plaything. Here a brilliant climber says “There’s a window for the summit at dawn”; there a mother says “Our child is so perfect”; and over there a father says “There are police officers, a man and a woman, at the door. Must be about those parking fines”; and here a wife who says “no need to hold the ladder darling. Go and make us a cup of tea”; and there, in the deep ocean, an exhausted sailor says “We’re through the worst” but see this one, here’s a gem “The war will be over by Christmas”, but what about that popinjay Confederate General who said “They couldn’t hit an elephant at this dist…” Far below a fisherman on the Peneios and a woman waiting for a train at Litokhoro know they hear, not the rumble of endless thunder reverberating among the peaks of Olympus, but laughter.
This matter of chance, accident, luck, fortunae - what Machiavelli said was vital to political art, treating luck – good and bad – as an asset rather than as something to be eliminated by actuarial calculation, or in today’s term ‘risk assessment’... A lot of us seem unable to assess risk, unable to let their children set out alone to explore the world for fear of abduction, terrified of what’s widely referred to as ‘stranger danger’ by those encouraging their fears. The greater risk to children and indeed adults is not 'out there' but in the home. Most sexual assault is done by people known to their victim - friends and relatives. To avoid risk to life and limb one of the safest places is a metal tube 30k feet in the sky travelling at 600mph. Review the RoSPA annual accident statistics and see the bloodbath associated with home repairs and gardening; realise that DIY is a lot more dangerous than the IRA ever was; that serial killers are less dangerous than ladders; the terrible great white shark, a pussy cat compared to the average family saloon car when it comes to killing. Many more in Ulster have died under cars than from all the troubles there since the 60s, and perhaps Wall Street rather than Islamic jihad has produced our most dangerous terrorists. What makes the gods laugh at us humans must be those of us who stayed at home in bed on Friday 13th (Tuesday 13th in Hellas) but slipped fatally in the lavatory. The most dangerous place for most of us is our kitchen – being full of relatives who commit the most murders against one another, especially when surrounded by all that weaponry, but we do enjoy Corfu and wholeheartedly agree that 'Greece, no matter what, is a beautiful place to wake up in the morning.'
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5 Μαρ 2009
...APOLLO RISING WITH MELODIES OF SPRING...
...Apollo Rising with Melodies of Spring...
Is it not worthy of tears that, when the number of worlds is infinite, we have not yet become lords of a single one?
Alexander the Great
When asked why he wept on hearing there was an infinite number of worlds, from On the Tranquillity of the Mind, by Plutarch
4 Μαρ 2009
Lindian Arch
A black and conversion on the suggestion of lastof thejediknights, flickr.com/photos/nigelwyborn/ not really that sure myself.
Maybe a bit more contrast?
Αυτό έβλεπε ο Δίας από τον Όλυμπο ...
View from Olympus Mountain, above Litohoro village - The same vista in twilight, similar lone cloud...
View from Olympus Mountain, above Litohoro village
2 Μαρ 2009
Άνοιξη
Νομίζω ότι μετά και τη σημερινή ημέρα μπορούμε και επίσημα πλέον να πούμε ότι ήρθε η Άνοιξη :-). Άντε γιατί ο χειμώνας ήταν άσχημος.
Δεν έχω δική μου φωτογραφία να σου χαρίσω, θα δανειστώ την ξένη...
Στο φιλαράκι που τη φοβάται την Άνοιξη αυτή.
Θα γίνουμε και πάλι ωραίοι μωρέ :-)
1 Μαρ 2009
Σκούριασε...
Κάποιος το έβαψε κόκκινο και με πολύ μεράκι έγραψε και κάτι πάνω του για να το βλέπουν οι άλλοι και να το αναγνωρίζουν ως δικό του...
Βλέπω καμιά φορά παλιά αυτοκίνητα, παρατημένα στην άκρη του δρόμου ή σε κάποιο χωράφι να πεθαίνουν σιγά σιγά, να μολύνουν με την παρουσία τους την εικόνα.
Σκέφτομαι ότι κάποιος αγόρασε αυτό το αυτοκίνητο, πριν από χρόνια, πήγε πρώτα στο σπίτι για να το δείξει στους δικούς του, όλοι του ευχήθηκαν καλοτάξιδο, το ασήμωσαν, ζήτησαν βόλτα. Όνειρο για μία καλύτερη ζωή, εργαλείο δουλειάς, το αυτοκίνητο για τον Έλληνα.
Τι ιστορίες θα έλεγε αυτό αν μπορούσε να μας μιλήσει; Πόσες χιλιάδες χλμ έχει διανύσει, που έχει φτάσει;
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