Summer Tables

Wave battles

Rusting under blue sky II

Rusting under blue sky

Driving thoughts

Driving Pleasure

Driving Passion

With the feet on fire

Sunset Graffiti

A Man and his Dog II

Piraeus harbour Entrance

Father and Son

A Man and his dog

Gent Belgium

Yellow over stone grey

Wish all could be left behind
to be part of this wondeful natural cycle.

To the unkown Naval Engineer

I suppose this is how it all started some 3 - 4000 years BC.
Of course the boat is a reconstructions from the prehistoric
site of DISPILIO near the city of Kastoria in Northern Greece.

Plava

Pinelope Delta - Swamp Secrets

Plava ...

An air of domination

This old school towers the village.
Why is it the personalities are always forged
with an air of domination ?
Why can't children develop free ?

A salty dog's envy

Is it time to dry my skin?
Is it time to taste salt only our of choice in food?
Is it time to appreciate the beauty of simplicity
way from the waves?

Swamp boat

Swamp boats are distant relatives,
that followed a different path.
The end of a boat's life is the loss
if yet an other link.

Till we all meet in the great harbour in Heaven !

Mikri Prespa

Safe as long as there is water in the horizon.

Lake boat

This bloody something

Monika has expressed it perfectly ... THIS BLOODY SOMETHING !

I have spent most of my life trying to find what is "this bloody something" that keeps me going and makes me come back to the same place again and again, despite all odds.

Thank you MONIKA !
I have wept with Nikos Kavadias poetry, and still do as the matter of fact.
I shiver on Kavadias poetry sang with Mikroutsikos melody.
You music and songs - the atmosphere
have the same effect on my old and dated salty skin.

ioannispk - son of a pirate

MONIKA ...

BLOODY SOMETHING

Hey, hey, hey, it's weird
My friends are coming
I will reveal them all the things I used to hide
Cause I've got pieces in my soul
And a lover in my heart I can't deny
This bloody something
That freaks me out until the night makes me say "I love you"

Blues and jazz and pop and rock & roll are crazy
These are the rhythms all my life I used to keep
But I'm afraid I cannot shine
Cause I'm afraid of all the things I can't describe
I've got to push it on my pillow
I've got a drum, da, da, da "I love you"

No, no, no don't call me nasty, baby
I can't remember all the things I used to hide
Cause I've got pieces in my soul
And a lover in my heart I should deny
This bloody something
That freaks me out until the night makes me shout "I love you"