Illunima

Sometimes there's not a whole lot to say about a photograph. This is one of those. What one sees is exactly all that one gets. A glimpse into paradise. The cat was perfect, the view in my camera's view-finder was perfect. I just pressed a button. Within a second the cat had moved on by, but I had already taken the best shot I could have taken.

This photograph was shot in the indescribably beautiful village of Ia (also frequently written as Oia) on the island of Santorini, located in the Cyclades which belong to Greece. Those who know of George Meis and have seen some of his photography will most likely recognize this location. The photograph was taken during my short island hopping through the Cyclades. If one would like to read more about the day I took this photo, follow this [link]

When I see this photograph, it's like a mental teaser summoning my memories of this place, and then the rest of the village. The best way to understand how the village of Ia has impressed itself into my thoughts and memories, would be to visit Ia and gather one's own memories. While this likely holds true with most scenario, something about Ia multiplies the mass, the value of the memories.. I view this piece as an entrance, a door-way into my memories.

I left the stick-reef thing to the right of the visible door in the photograph because I believe it provides a certain balance between the left and right of the piece.

Expect to see more from Ia in my gallery, perhaps my babble will make more sence.