Wonderful piece on collaboration, literature, photography, film, and detail of the spark within, About journeying to Greece which I have done many times with my husband who is Greek American wih a long history of family in Northern Greece and then Volos. People normally engage most with the light that is so special there. What I noticed …
Wonderful piece on collaboration, literature, photography, film, and detail of the spark within, About journeying to Greece which I have done many times with my husband who is Greek American wih a long history of family in Northern Greece and then Volos. People normally engage most with the light that is so special there. What I noticed most after the years of traveling throughout the islands and all over, is for me it was the sound, how it travels across long distances, voices, wind sound, waves far away, and of course the music. Around winding streets, in coves, rocky shores, an barren hills, Greece is too so much about how sound carries and penetrates. Far after the sun does down. Echo chambers begin with candlelight in windows.
Thanks for your note! You are right about the sound in Greece. When I’m there, I often wake up at sunrise just to take in the sound at that hour. The island where we go has no traffic to blur the natural sounds, so the place has its own voice.
Maybe? Hydra? One of the islands with no traffic, or cars, per say. We love it and stayed several weeks, taking the hike up to the monastery, which was a total experience, so top of the world. And funny on the way down with our rubbery legs. We were laughing so hard. My husband hollered at me a few yards away around a turn, "If I 'sh.t" in my pants, I wouldn't know it." Again about sound. We came off the trail into the back of town (you probably know where) and some actual residents, not tourists, were strolling home from their jobs, through the back streets. So "about the sound." Passing us on tour route to town, many residents were all laughing with us, too. Pretty sure some understood what Nic had screamed and how the sound had carried it to the outer streets where the donkeys rest. Very funny memory. Hope you enjoy.
Wonderful piece on collaboration, literature, photography, film, and detail of the spark within, About journeying to Greece which I have done many times with my husband who is Greek American wih a long history of family in Northern Greece and then Volos. People normally engage most with the light that is so special there. What I noticed most after the years of traveling throughout the islands and all over, is for me it was the sound, how it travels across long distances, voices, wind sound, waves far away, and of course the music. Around winding streets, in coves, rocky shores, an barren hills, Greece is too so much about how sound carries and penetrates. Far after the sun does down. Echo chambers begin with candlelight in windows.
Thanks for your note! You are right about the sound in Greece. When I’m there, I often wake up at sunrise just to take in the sound at that hour. The island where we go has no traffic to blur the natural sounds, so the place has its own voice.
Maybe? Hydra? One of the islands with no traffic, or cars, per say. We love it and stayed several weeks, taking the hike up to the monastery, which was a total experience, so top of the world. And funny on the way down with our rubbery legs. We were laughing so hard. My husband hollered at me a few yards away around a turn, "If I 'sh.t" in my pants, I wouldn't know it." Again about sound. We came off the trail into the back of town (you probably know where) and some actual residents, not tourists, were strolling home from their jobs, through the back streets. So "about the sound." Passing us on tour route to town, many residents were all laughing with us, too. Pretty sure some understood what Nic had screamed and how the sound had carried it to the outer streets where the donkeys rest. Very funny memory. Hope you enjoy.
This is a lovely reflection, Constance. Thank you for sharing.