photos: Pinelopi Gerasimou

Landscape of an island: stone washed by the waves, while the sun sets in the amber horizon of the deep sea, clouds traveling as scattered tufts of cotton , the windmill lying in the most steepest edge of the rock, it white fades into white sky , wildflowers and cobs popping up fed sea salt, bloomy bushes to climb in closed backyards creating mazes inaccessible. Images of a nature that act as the notes of a whispered tune of chamber music, in the spring sweet sorrow of a weekend away from the city. It could be any Greek island, it is the Cycladic island of Kea in spring 2014.