Bad Photos of Beautiful Places: A Bus Ride through Greek Countryside

While crossing over the Bulgarian-Greek border, I couldn’t help but take a photos of the mountains, sprinkled over by powdered-sugar white clouds. And another photo. And another. So many photos. I knew that they were bad photos, including reflections and shine from the window, probably even smudges from unwashed glass. But the scenery was so beautiful. I was addicted; I couldn’t look away. I wanted to memorialize the moment somehow. I could have just sat back and enjoyed, and taken pictures with my mind, and after some time I really tried, but I am a tech-obsessed millennial…

and I had to at least attempt to capture the gorgeous countryside I was seeing.

In the Balkans at this time, winter was almost nowhere to be seen (I was shocked upon seeing snow when I returned to Bratislava!). No, it was 10 degrees C and up there, which was practically summer as far as I was concerned. It was a wonderful break from the chill, and the best part about it was sun sun sun.

Despite all that, and perhaps because of the bittersweet middle space I occupied as a temporary escapee from cold Central Europe, this Edna St. Vincent Millay poem, “Alms,” was playing through my mind:

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane.

I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,—
I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows’ fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight;
Today I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window,—and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.

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2 thoughts on “Bad Photos of Beautiful Places: A Bus Ride through Greek Countryside

  1. Sometimes it is hard to capture the beauty you see around – especially when in a moving vehicle.

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