“I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free” this is an epitaph on the grave of Nikos Kazantzakis of Crete. Crete is a wonderful island. Much of it is rough and barren but it has a beautiful Grecian sea and mountains: the Pindos, and Lefka Ori or White Mountains. I’ve been there about six times working my way along along the south coast exploring gorges, beaches, the Samaria gorge, and walking up a mountain called Gingilos. Crete is also a bruised place subjected to a German invasion, and a place with resident fighters like Nikos Kazantzakis. His “politics” don’t interest me but his disposition – in that epitaph – does. There’s something poignant about islands. Mountains are both similarly but differently poignant. I got lost just down from here. If you follow the path with your eye it seems to extend to a grassy track. I went down there a little way but noticed there were no longer any cairns, so I climbed back up and found the path diverts to the left. Such moments can be critical.

 

Pyrenees Photography: Alpine Valley Below Mont Roig

Tuesday October 9, 2012