We were welcomed by Manos, the man in this picture, with a big smile, his hands plastered with icing sugar and corn flour - the coating that helps keep the Loukoumi fresh.
On the way down, I saw this couple. Gentle and loving, they were floating in a world of their own making. Unaware of my presence, I took this snapshot. Feeling guilty and happy at the same time. Guilty on account of my intrusion, happy for making the moment last. Photography is a complex field of emotion.
He had become the silent ruler of the coastline, despite the inherent sense of tragedy. Having arrived, at last, in his dominion, after losing his direction in the freedom of the waves.
A warm, unspoken invitation to explore and unravel, with love in your heart, the marvels of our world.
They stood by the ledge silently, framed by the sparkling blue sea, looking ahead with homebound longing while the sea parted beneath their feet.
Fonsi, with his steady and humble attitude, has taken me to beautiful places, allowing me to fall asleep with a view of the stars, mediating encounters I would have never made, helping me to see life as an expression of opportunity and abundance.
The opportunity to find wisdom within. To find comfort in our own thoughts and feelings, when religion will speak to us of life hereafter, but little of the pain of our remaining days.