I shall foot it (TUGTII #2)

The Unofficial Guide to Ikaria Island #2

Photos Tagged (”blogged” + “Ikaria”) x rated “interesting”

Ikaria 224, (“Rock Litany”) originally uploaded by isl_gr.

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isl_gr says:

Click to join hikingIkaria
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grrlscout says:

Good shot.
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simonsterg says:

You have been arranging those rocks, haven’t you?
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isl_gr says:

-> of course I have; faith can move 50 t boulders anyplace (on condition that I hold tight from the line of the horizon -straight horizontal as in all my photos)

-> ah, D:
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simonsterg says:

I love the sunset light in this (or is it dawn?!) – red below – red soil, red sky – violet above.
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angeloska says:

are they going to the feast or coming back?
πάνε στο πανηγύρι ή επιστρέφουν;
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isl_gr says:

It was late in the afternoon and I left the fiest to weep in peace over my leaving the island the following day. The light was not the best but in it I saw that funny procession and I cheered up. I thought :
“Life is Hard for Rocks too”.
They too had left the panigiri to climb back to their home in the heights were they belong. The two last are “stone drunk”. The last one rolled over and he’s not probably going to make it.
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simonsterg says:

I came across this poem a few weeks ago, and now it comes back to mind.
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isl_gr says:

“I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.

The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.

The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.”

~ Carl Sandburg, 1878-1967 ~

(This is from : www.flickr.com/photos/lynnmorag/141434748/ )
( thank you so very much *simonsterg*)
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vagaman. says:

moon and sun award
I saw this magical photo at places of magic in Greece pool

μοιαζουν με σκυφτες πλατες κουρασμενων ανθρωπων που ανεβαινουν το βουνο!
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isl_gr says:

ευχαριστω
yes, bended backs of tired walkers, precisely; and here is me carrying my baby on my back. I am not tired.

Posted 23 months ago.

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