I’m proudly presenting to you a jar of Ikarian wildberry jam (or should I say ‘marmelade‘?) sent as a gift for me by Angelos and Nana. I don’t put it on my bread; me pig eat it with the spoonfulls like a sweet. What talks had we with Nana and others in the clubabout those wildberries last February. Because February is the worst… The wildberry talk helped a lot. Wildberries bloom between the thorns of their mother bush in spring, the the fruit gets slowly ripe in summer : white, green, black.
(A very strong Greek myth about life and death and childhood is -among other things- related to wildberries. It’s also a famous enigma. No wikipedia link here. I assume you lettered people know this myth. In case you don’t, no problem; I will gladly relate it in some other entry.)
It’s getting better all the time…
In Ikaria the wheel has spun a joly good round.
While it was so gloomy when I first visited as an adult, now in Flickr for instance, you see photos like
It’s not about the landscapes and seascapes. There had been great photos before and great minds behind the cameras. I mean the *new* young people and the ambience they generate. This is something new.
For me these pages is the summer I missed and all the Ikarian summers I miss because I work. And these pagesis the bachelors’ party I will probably never have.
These pages again are the faces I didn’t see when I first came to Ikaria. If I ever get married (*properly*), I’d sure invite them all.
I don’t know these photographers. I’m glad I don’t. The wheel has spun. We are in the same con-*SPIRA*-cy, (piracy?) but I currently inhabit a different quarter of the cycle (**). So the less I know the better.
The wheel has spun.
Also my best cousin is visiting. 😍
It’s getting better all the time…
(**) Instead of wheel and cycle, should I have written «spiral«, Pr Hegel?
(there are links hidden behind the blue letters in this text)
So you remembered your pionneer days? At that time there was nobody. Then came Elvis and now you have the Beatles!
* It’s getting better all the time… *
What faces in your links ! Pr Hegel’s spiral winds our way now. But still we play «ladders and snakes». But that’s fun!…
And your best cousin Carla is gorgeous! ❤
Cycles and circles, they spin and always return to the start, you think you’ve been there before. When things were all wrong me brudda said «it will come full circle» and he was right. But then, did I not progress at all? Hopefully you end up where you started a little bit better all the time.
Believe in progress? You do? Yes, so do I. Maybe a big lie, but it helps me get out of bed in the morning. Philosopher Hegel put it in terms of «thesis-antithesis-synthesis»; he probably had the same problem; looked for a motivation to get out of bed -:lol
Here in Athens it’s lightly clouded and wet in the mornings. My mood is the same.
Good to see the jam from the fruit of the thorn. You have powerful and influential friends.
The «faces» you link to : As they sit around and socialize in Messakti beach, they remind me of seals on some frozen shore of the arctics ! There is a lot of ritual involved in both seals and humans. Yes, it’s a con -*SPIRA*- cy. The island has improved.
(See? my mood is not all bad…)
On the other hand, I saw a new site about Ikaria, http://www.ikaria.gr/ . It’s Ikaria’s domain name, but I doubt if this site is representative of Ikaria. For starters, when you click the button «camping» in hope of getting a few useful tips, all you get is threats; mind you, not warnings, but real THREATS : do not camp because by such law the whole (!!!) island is an archaeological zone (!!!) and the police raids and persecutes campers every other day (!!!) This can’t be true and fortunately several guests in the site’s guestbook argue against this. «Don’t frighten the people» they say. «There is a lot of free camping in Ikaria and it’s ok as long as the campers respect the environment» . Most of them do now. I have seen it. So I assume the «ikaria.gr» admins own or are related to some big hotel and think campers as concurrents. How wrong! Pushed to the extreme it’s as if the automobile manufacturers said «Do not walk or ride bicycles. It’s illegal!»
Anyway the «you-know-who» camped nice and sleasy «you-know-where» in Ikaria last week. They saw no ancient pillars around and they saw no police. Everybody was very nice to them -as usual in Ikaria; reserved and nice : few words and occasionals bowls with grapes and cactus figs. Sweet September… *Lovely*
I became a member of deviantart.com. Not jealous of your glory in Flickr. I’m just testing the possibilities of the famous old photosite. My address is http://agrimi.deviantart.com/ It’s a free account of course. I doubt if I’m ever going to subscribe for a full account. Now Flickr is a 100 times better as a photosite. However, because Deviantart is much older, the archives are very interesting. I’ve been amusing myself trying to choose the 24 bestest photos taken in Ikaria (though w/o titles I can guess from the landscapes and the backgrounds) and I add them in «my favourites». I have right to only 24 favourites; this is a challenge. Have a look.
Can’t be progressive if you don’t believe in progress Nana. BTW, the Dene concept of chronology is more circular than linear, hard for me to wrap my mind AROUND that, but perhaps because of how they observed the sun and moon and seasons. Wet and gray in the mornings here too lately, summer seemed to end two weeks ago, but I buoy myself by the fact the rivers are up and the salmon are coming home. Sun, moon, seasons, rivers, salmon: cycles.
This talking about circles and cycles brought to my mind that according to the Roman and Byzantine calendar, September was the first month of the year : «the begining of the Indices» = η αρχη της Ινδικτου : time to close accounts and plan projects. «Thesis – Antithesis – Synthesis» ; this is a very philosophical month. The new wine is in the jars; we ‘ve got to help it with good ‘n deep thoughts otherwise it will go sour.
@ Nana : Υ.Γ. 1 εχω γινει χοντρη και μ’ αρεσει! 😋 @ Nana : Υ.Γ. 2 οτι θελει να ακουγεται «επισημο» ως Ικαρια (πχ. ‘ikaria.gr’) μοιαζει υποπτο. Σιγα τωρα… «ikaria.gr» … Γιατι; ο καλος τυπος που εφτιαξε το κλασικο http://www.island-ikaria.com πριν απο δεν ξερω ποσα χρονια, δεν ηξερε να κατοχυρωνε το «domain» ? Σιγουρα ηξερε. Αλλα δεν το εκανε. Αυτο κατι σημαινει. Γενικα οι επισημοτητες και οι τυπικοτητες δεν μας ταιριαζουν. Οταν βλεπω τετοια πραγματα, φυλαγομαι. Και στην Ικαρια αλλα και στην Ελλαδα γενικα.
Ok… ok… next thing for you is to write the myth. Let’s hear it. I think the colours of the enigma are «white, red, black».
(I like your blog Eleni. It’s like «Dialogues from Utopia» -minus the manifestos. Thanks.)
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
Old houses built on steep ground in the historical part of the village next to a very violent mountain torrent