If I stand on the balcony of my hotel room and look to the left I see the Acropolis and the Parthenon through a small canyon of more modern buildings. I am back in Greece and I feel like I have never left. I know the streets, the alleyways and the mood of the people. It is still winter and the economy is in shambles, so they are very dark and full of woe–Wednesday’s Children one and all.
I didn’t sleep on the flight from New York, so I hit the sack when I checked in to the Hotel Attallos, just off of the Monastiraki. I slept for 6 hours then I went out for a coffee and met up with some Greek and ex-pat friends closer to the city center. I came back, grabbed a gyro and hit the hay. I have slept for another 4 hours and am now wide awake at 1:40 in the morning. No worries. I am in town for another day so I can use that time to re-aquaint myself with a museum or two. I need to buy my boat ticket for Friday also. I am meeting up with some returning students today and we’ll all go to Paros Friday morning.
I have an idea for a photo shoot based on the pre-Olympian gods, the Titans. It might make for interesting subjects for carbon printing or at least large format printing. I invision Edward Steichen’s images of sculptor Auguste Rodin and I see gods and goddesses in his place…
More to come,
JDCM
Does it feel like coming home? Interesting photo shoot idea; I like it.