Legacy of old towns

  Old Town  – Rhodos has a legacy one could be mesmerized by – The medieval walled city is a site which takes you to a distant past where the Palace of the Grand Master of the Knights stands proud, protected by a medieval wall. This walled city is considered one of the largest in Europe. It was here that I met two siblings who had much to share with me about the daily comings and goings of it’s visitors.   Continue reading Legacy of old towns

Do Not go Gentle . . .

Do not go Gentle into that Good Night by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And … Continue reading Do Not go Gentle . . .

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

  To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time By Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once … Continue reading To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Flowers in the Rain

From the Collection:THE GARDEN OF PANAGIOTIS These photos were taken on July 15th 2014 – They are from the Collection: THE HOUSE OF PANAGIOTIS – I started this project in an attempt to immortalize my father’s creative work in his garden. I predict he will love the natural, vibrant colors the camera captured on this rainy day. So, the first row is for my dad. The second one is my attempt to emphasize the distinct lines, shapes, and even try to capture the soul of each flower. I don’t know if I succeeded, but I had to give it a try. … Continue reading Flowers in the Rain

The Bike Ride

The Bike Ride by Martin Hanley Roaring and kissing the wind, Alone yet alive, the landscape greets you. And then you fall and kiss the asphalt, tears of pain well – in your eyes. And your knees weep; blood seeping. Searing the burn begins –  and you remember; your father once cycled over a hundred miles to see a hurling match: A game – a final, when the world was at war. No petrol. Copyright © Martin Hanley July 13 2014 Continue reading The Bike Ride


  Remember by Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, … Continue reading Remember

Westmont Drive   Pachamama Cactus COLLECTION Flowers in the Rain COLLECTION Floral Goddess COLLECTION Enlightenment in Buddhism, a spiritual state marked by the absence of desire and suffering “The flowers sprout, and bud, and grow, and glow. . . . Like a flower in the summertime, so does our heart take refreshment and bloom. Our body is like a flower that blossoms and quickly withers. . . . Perish relentlessly and bloom once more, ye flowers who tremble and fall and turn to dust”. – Myths Encyclopedia/Myths and Legends of the World © Maria Fokas 2014 – Photography/All Rights Reserved Continue reading

Line Breaks : Snap

Line Breaks : Snap by Maria Fokas There is a freedom, in the face of truth – whether it is soothing to the heart or not, it will always set you free. You rage against the pain. At first, you don’t understand why. You try to go back, and recount your steps; was it my fault, you might ask yourself. But in time, what made you sad will subside. The scent of sunlight will wash your tears away; the bitter taste, will disappear – I promise you that. And they will resurface; all the dreams you had neglected; as platonic … Continue reading Line Breaks : Snap


If – by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim; If you … Continue reading If