Earthquakes and mayhem

around 2:30 yesterday as we were driving back from Karlovassi, a town on the north west side of the island, my mother loses control of the car, says I think we have a flat tire, so she pulls over in a space and gets out to check. I remained in the car which is shaking like there are 4 thugs around it trying to tip it over.  its not the tire there’s something wrong with the car; at which point we realise whats going on. We just happened to arrive at a place in the middle of the island which has no signal. I crossed the road all the time the earth is heaving and find some signal there. lots of phone calls come. We continue driving at snails pace, meantime I’m checking for fallen buildings or big cracks but see none. when we hit the next village everyone is on the street - luckily still no fallen buildings, I was expecting to arrive home and find the house collapse on itself with John and the dogs inside. None of that was the case; I also remembered that the guy who did the cement foundation and columns of the house put enough metal in to build a mini war ship. John fine, Nefeli totally freaked out she’s practically moved outside, Perry just barking at all tremors. Turns out the fault line on our side, 5.5k long had subsided under the Turkish one taking a lot of water with it. It was dramatic, tremors continued almost incessantly and no electricity, no phone signal either but not for too long.Today is a bit calmer, but still continuous tremors and jolts. They are expecting more big shakes.. . or another big one.

the worst damage seems to be in Samos town, where they are already on their knees economically, 7k refugees and anything else that might come along this strange year to hit you in the face. there they had a tidal wave that damaged most of the shops on the sea front, and tragically 2 middle school kids who died when a wall collapsed on them.

Karlovassi had a hard time too, much damage to old buildings and they have magnificent old buildings there - which brings me to my beloved tanneries where I hear the damage is extensive. i’ve been shooting there for 20 years now, i  knew they wouldn’t stay forever now its all going to be razed - so i’ll end with a few pictures of them - and say what else can happen this year? 

archives and camera failures

The benefits of the medication i’m taking are the long mornings mentioned in the last post, and the positive attitude (well I don’t put all of that down to meds).What I have noticed as I go through my photos in the dark am’s is that so many images I’d dismissed have started coming through in a different light. I’m not claiming photographic masterpieces, just more value than I initially gave them. So I thought to start posting some here in a different context.

On another note, yesterday I wanted to take some pola’s with my SX70 and bam the mirror jammed, so I get the other one, not a sleek alpha1 chrome and tan but a good workhorse, and press shoot with the remote… nothing! I mean nothing. ejection defunct. 3 blank images later, this is expensive shit; I get something. Not happy - now in need of a reliable functional SX70 or the terrors of delving into the cameras’ innards.

Anyway here are 4 images from 2013 which were 600 film in the SX but I like the results and love the colour.

05:00 before the light comes

05:00 perfect stillness stars and a slither of moon, rats are gnawing at something outside, another moves from her nest, it will be gone today. It doesn’t get better than this time of day with the cortisone pinks, waiting for dawn with a computer brain.Social media - well there are some uses, but really its all out there, in the perfect morning, first car passing on the road.I guess if you only think in images, you end up losing the words you might have never really had. That nicotine high, the one you can’t give up even if your lungs have lost 30% capacity and your doc has asked but doesn’t its hurt here as he presses gentle into your tumor dissolved rib. No. Well not much, but there is the jasmine to cut when the light comes, a hazy glow behind the chapel on the hill defined in white silhouette.There is nothing better than this drug induced half insomnia that guides me through the day in an endless list of activities - the lists make themselves and are so efficient I don’t know the person I was. But I like the person I am and im going to hang onto it as long as I can, day by day. And most days are good.Time is different at dawn, its lazy and slow, it teases, it doesn’t move its double packed, so many things can be done before it starts to race through the day proper picking up momentum back into the night.So here - a more private place like the Garden we’ve finally found the place to enjoy together John and I. A place not under the influence of likes and shares and popularity and I post therefore I exist. Its a choice not a confluence. Do a little bit of weeding and make a food plan.Have another cigarette and tell yourself you won’t smoke so much today. But really it doesn’t get more perfect than this morning.

Hasselblad500C/M Kodak160NC Profiti Ilia

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