–They say our reality is Krishna’s dream while he sleeps on a lotus flower.
–It seems like a dream. I woke up a few minutes ago, startled and disorientated. Jet lag. I am in Athens. I walked out onto the small balcony of my hotel room overlooking the street. It is quiet at 04:00. The city sleeps, breathing slowly. Two days ago I was in America, visiting family and friends. I am in a different world.
–In America I ate hot dogs, apple pie, toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, beef jerky. There have been excellent sit-down meals too. Very American food. I have been able to stave off the calories at the gym.
–There was lots of snow there, and rain, and frigid cold. It was lovely. There was an abundance of water. On the little island I call home water can be scarce. We use less. Long showers are a luxury. I luxuriated.
–On the Massachusetts Turnpike I drove through the kind of rain, wind and fog that made it seem as if I was driving underwater, surrounded by a screaming mass of tractor trailers and SUVs all moving at 80 mph. I had little choice but to keep up. Every light on my little car was switched on so people would see me.
–Photography during the winter allows for simplicity. Sticks, snow, shadow, light.
–I am back in Greece. I have a few days here in Athens then I hop the ferry back to Paros. What is waiting for me there?
–I was thinking of taking pictures of metro stations. I need a new header image before I post this entry. I’ll use one of those.
–Life is like a dream. Row, row, row your boat…