Being home, and photos from Greece
Jan. 16th, 2019 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
landingtreeBack from Prague, back to summer and family and flatmates and a keyboard I can actually type on. (This laptop feels normal to me again now, but for about five minutes it was more amazing than it's been since the day I got it). The thing I notice about being in this city again is the greenness -- the walk up the hill to the house is between great walls of tree and shrub. Summer from winter, of course -- but even in winter this city is green. And at four in the afternoon, Prague midwinter sunset, the sun here is higher than Prague midwinter noon.
Today and Monday I was back in the garden, Tuesday I spent putting off doing anything useful, which surprised me: I'd forgotten I did that. The negative side of home habits. This evening I've been writing, and wandered down to the summer light display, listening to a little bit of the concert my flatmates were picnicking at, but not feeling in the mood to stay. One of the things I missed most intensely while I was travelling was music, unexpectedly. I haven't thought of music as terribly important to me, since I don't listen to a great range of things and nine times out of ten I feel more like silence. But if I spend a few weeks having the tenth time be silence too, turns out I notice: feeling like a song in particular and not being able to hear it. (I give thanks to the internet for this strange luxurious normal). In the Heraklion hotel lobby, Tori Amos' 'Winter' came on, and I froze in place for a while. Today I gardened with music (as well as podcasts about the Mexican Revolution), and it was good.
Here are four photos from Greece, out of a total of some hundreds:
The bridge at Brauron:
(One of the other photos I took there, quite unimpressive-looking, shows a museum display case with ten or so badly damaged wooden objects in it, some figurines, a piece of table. It was the most exciting part of the museum: I hadn't known we had even as much surviving wood as that. Brauron, despite or because of its marshiness, preserved it well).
Poseidon's temple, with me in front of it, Sounion:
The Peirene fountainhouse:
And Grave Circle A, just inside the gate of Mycenae:
Today and Monday I was back in the garden, Tuesday I spent putting off doing anything useful, which surprised me: I'd forgotten I did that. The negative side of home habits. This evening I've been writing, and wandered down to the summer light display, listening to a little bit of the concert my flatmates were picnicking at, but not feeling in the mood to stay. One of the things I missed most intensely while I was travelling was music, unexpectedly. I haven't thought of music as terribly important to me, since I don't listen to a great range of things and nine times out of ten I feel more like silence. But if I spend a few weeks having the tenth time be silence too, turns out I notice: feeling like a song in particular and not being able to hear it. (I give thanks to the internet for this strange luxurious normal). In the Heraklion hotel lobby, Tori Amos' 'Winter' came on, and I froze in place for a while. Today I gardened with music (as well as podcasts about the Mexican Revolution), and it was good.
Here are four photos from Greece, out of a total of some hundreds:
The bridge at Brauron:
(One of the other photos I took there, quite unimpressive-looking, shows a museum display case with ten or so badly damaged wooden objects in it, some figurines, a piece of table. It was the most exciting part of the museum: I hadn't known we had even as much surviving wood as that. Brauron, despite or because of its marshiness, preserved it well).
Poseidon's temple, with me in front of it, Sounion:
The Peirene fountainhouse:
And Grave Circle A, just inside the gate of Mycenae:
