Here is a funny picture. It’s a traditionallandmark or *road sign* on the trail from one end of Ikaria to the other. I won’t write the name, because it’s too obvious (oh no, it’s not a turtle!..). I discovered and took a photo of it because instead of the existant path, I followed my old neighbour’s instructions. They went like a story : when we walked from M. to R. first we had to see «the hat»,then «the hare’s ears», then «the big X»,then «the club» and then….»tin ps.. (BiiiiiP) …» (lots of laughter).
My old friend knew all this because for some mysterious reason their family used to keep gardens in some incredibly distant place in summer. She as a young girl and everybody else trotted the mountain so often and casually as we take the bus, walk or drive to work everyday.
The landscape and the trails have changed since then.
(A lot ofirreparable damage has happened too -but never mind now…)
Still the most important landmarks stand in place. Hikers put their own smaller ones every year. On my way I saw some very brilliant «ars tempora» constructions (see my Flickr «signage set» for more). These piles of stoneswill only last for a few months. But they are so friendly. It’s as if I saw the man or the woman who erected them.
Btw, maybe it’s not a coincidence and the photo is not out of time.
It’s SUMMER SOLISTICE. 😀
Do you know the old European legends connected with this period? So profane… (blush, blush, blush) In old Greece they jumped over fires all night long. The fires of St. John, the Kledonas (= *the locker* or *the unlocker* of secrets) This old practice survives (or has been revived?) in Ikaria on St. John’s day. It has to do with the tightening of the young fruit and crops on the way to ripeness, I guess.
😀 (τα τζιτζικια ξεκινησαν το τραγουδι τους στην Ικαρια)
Thomas K. Shor about his visits and his photographic project in Ikaria which resulted in the publication of a wonderful bool: ….. 2. Landscapes from the Greek Island of Ikaria «I first went to Ikaria in search of the Greece I knew from years ago and feared was gone with the advent of the Euro and the general homogenization that has overtaken so many places in the last years. Even as I went there, I feared it was but a dream I was chasing. I was looking for a photo/writing project and was ready to reflect upon whatever I encountered.» «To my surprise, and delight, I found on Ikaria a vestige of the Greece I once knew (and wrote about in my first book, Windblown Clouds), and I felt immediately welcomed and at home. The place resonated with me. But my even greater surprise is that though I’ve been writing about my experience of the island and the people I encountered, the main project to date emerging from my extended stays on the island is not stories from nor portraits of the island’s inhabitants —neither written or photographic— nor my extensive research into the island’s history; what has emerged is a series of landscape photographs from a particular region of the island’s upper mountainous reaches. These heights are far from human habitation, where the elements are powerful, where stone and wind produce balancing boulders with strangely animate shapes, where clouds cloak the mountains, then lift to reveal trees twisted into knots. Spending hours a day up there for weeks on end, sometimes entirely alone, revealed more to me than just the outer landscape. Maybe it was the way my eye caught the shapes of beings looking back at me from the rocks, maybe it was the intensity of the silence and the raw forces that were at play.» https://www.thomasshor.com/copy-of-sculpture-garden-of-the-god