yesterday gabi and i took off up the mountain in search of the snow that was coming down the mountain to meet us, we parked the car near an old monastery above vourliotes and continued on foot, much to perry's delight as he'd spent too much car time already. i also had the holga with me loaded with film, which is a bit of a miracle these days as i'm not much of a multitasker.
as we're walking higher with cars passing by looking to play in the snow through the comfort of their dashboards, the snow is getting thicker and crisper and the sky is turning darker with that tinge of yellow in the grey that hails more snow and there is not even the hint of a breeze in the air - believe me thats rare on an island. so its starts snowing, lightly - first few tiny feathery flakes that become more insistent as they get bigger. we were beside ourselves with glee.
|perry's first encounter|
|shepherds pen in the distant wilderness that used to be pine forest|
|this lone dead tree is still standing after 8 years|
|mountain farmhouse in a vineyard|
|you can see the snowflakes if you click the image larger.|
after all that i came back and actually developed the film, no mean feat trying to keep the water at 20 degrees, first film i've developed for myself in months, underdeveloped the film accidentally by 5 mins, which was probably a stroke of luck as the snow whites didn't get blown out. we had some mighty good fun. i know this is tedious for all you people who get snow every winter but it only happens like this here once every 12 years or so.