Mykonos is a city of light and wind. Citizens are required to whitewash their houses three times a year and color police enforce the color restrictions. Narrow winding streets were a deterrent to marauding pirates and they did a good job of deterring me as well. We were perpetually lost. The wrapped pipes (white, of course) reminded me of African masks. It was obvious to us all why Mykonos is noted for its windmills, as constant gusty winds helped to cool down the otherwise hot day. Shopping galore, but I resisted the $1500 blouse and instead photographed the resident reigning cat in her royal wicker chair. No dogs were in evidence, but this black cat welcomed us to shore from her comfortable spot under the shade of a concrete bench. A lovely end to our last day of the cruise. Tomorrow we arise at 6 to go to Athens to catch our separate planes to Chicago. We overnight there and then I head back to Guadalajara, my sister back to Sheridan.
I love what congregates around the sea.—not the open sea. Rather, where it meets the land. (Photos will enlarge when you click on them.)
I love sand and the things it collects: seashells, jellyfish, sand dollars, starfish, puff fish, sand pipers, sea turtles and even the people who collect at the beach. It is like they have retreated as far as possible–the next step is either a boat or drowning! They tend to be individuals, slightly odd–kind of like the people from the western world who congregate in third world locales like Africa. Perhaps they are this age’s pioneers or trappers.
Oh yes. I do love the oceanside, the beach. Salt. Sand. I love what collects above the beach as well: frigate birds and pelicans, ibises, sun, moon, clouds. Above are some of the thousands of images of the beach I’ve collected over the past ten years or so.
I would have to say that my muse is the sea–but not the open sea. Rather, where it meets the land.
I admit, this is a reblog of photos from three years ago. The prompt word today was congregate.