Pedalos.

It's a surreal place, Greece is.

A photo from last summer just reminded me of that again. It was a sultry summer day, early morning and the menu had a boat ride, maybe fishing. Went by the captain's usual post on the beach to borrow a pedalo to his boat, the early birds already busy on their break-strokes. Had our morning coffee but the proprietor was nowhere to be seen. Ended up turning away a few potential customers of his since all was locked up before realizing nothing was actually locked up. An hour overdue and somehow bemused we nicked the pedalo and it was a beautiful day.

This picture was hanging over his office. A legendary militant of the WWII resistance and tragic figure of the subsequent civil war. A true revolutionary!

Summer's Gone.

Island.

The Wild West.

It's Summertime!

What's that you say? It isn't yet, we're only in May? Well, summer is always in ourselves, in our hearts and minds. Look for it and you'll find that warm, bright corner.
Summer itself is just a season, it comes and goes like everything else. Nothing is around for long. And to be frank I like my winters too, all seasons for that matter.
But summertime is not a season only, it's that sweet feeling of contentment and joyful days. Legs up and peaceful moments. It's everywhere.

Postcards Of The Month.

Now I only need to muster the strength to write something on their back and buy some stamps.Not sure I can do that to be frank. You could make up your own stories if you like and even post them yourselves.