What to write about the Province and even more for my own Province, since emotions are often contradictory within me.

Conflicting emotions.
Good memories and sad memories.

So I let my photos "speak" (to the extent that they can), in an attempt to capture an inner need to re-capture past images that often pass through our eyes or appear coincidentally in front of us.

We see them walking around the old neighborhoods with low houses, courtyards, trees casting their shadows on the street, my eyes are filled with images. The memories are coming!

"In a photo that is nothing more than a presence...of an absence!"(K. Dimoula)

From one end of the country to the other.

Buildings old and new, which signify the human presence even if it does not exist. The absence around us sometimes becomes intense but redeeming.

It seems to be true but also imaginary.
The scene is empty but the traces are a lot.
They say that..."The only reliable witness we lived, is our Absence!"

So contradictory but at the same time so clear.

The old one, with the modern one.
Roads full of livelihoods, kids to play, a hum but also absolute peace!
The shops, the workshops, the meeting places, the taverns and the traditional cafes!

Human faces are sometimes cheerful and sometimes gloomy.
Carefree? Casually? Inaccessible? Familiar?

The upper and lower neighborhoods...I reminisce with some nostalgia what was before and wonder if it was permanently lost.
From one end of the country to the other,

Greece is the same everywhere and at the same time…so different!