How frustrating it can be sometimes when you look at a picture, and you can’t quite remember how you ended up at that location; what it was called, or when you simply realize how long ago this was, and how much you wish to find yourself once again on a cliff — to feel that height sickness that brings your heartbeat up into your throat and the ironic adrenaline rush you get from all those funny feelings in combination with this beauty of a view; having the solitude to remember what was once forgotten.
I can recall, setting up that brand new Benro tripod I bought from this tiny camera shop — hidden in some alley in Omonoia, in Athens. I recall the shop keeper; mid long hair in his mid 40’s perhaps, wearing a gray sweater that blended in with his pale skin — with wrinkles gently covering his dimples on his face. Camera gear crammed up everywhere in this tiny hidden shop in Omonoia.
I recall the orange light slowly fading from the rocks down to the ocean…
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What i loved about Santorini where those little pathes and stairs. Like a white maze 🇬🇷
The Venetian Dockyards (Neoria) can be found at the old harbour of Chania. They were build by the Venetians on the 16th century when their fleet ruled the Mediterranean. Many bars and restaurants can be found nowadays in the area. Have you been?