I’m still working, but in an empty house – or rather one full of boxes. A friend called to go for a drink and as I stepped out at just before dusk, the most amazing combination of colours hit me. Nothing for it but to go back, ransack the house to look for box 23 (codenamed “F” for fun – don’t go there, it means I can’t spell fotography) and phish out my camera. I missed the perfect moment, and my friend had a sudden emergency (boyfriend trouble, I imagine). So I went around shooting lights, perhaps as a natural extension to the “city of light” post which I uploaded earlier today.
Walk around with an SLR and a flash gun in a neighbourhood like Exarcheia and a lot of people will furtively ask you what you’re doing. It’s quite a druggy place, from which I deduce that opiates increase your paranoia whilst lowering your IQ. I think a police spy would probably be a bit more discreet. There’s little point remonstrating with the really stoned ones, but show the others image after image of blurred, underexposed pictures of lights at night and they think you’re crazy, which means I fit right in.
I have previously mentioned the special quality of dusk in Athens (gluttons for punishment can click here [photoblog.com]). There’s a tipping point when artificial light gains ascendancy over the darkening sky. If my prose were as purple as my images, I’d be tempted to call it being on the cusp of darkness, but I started shooting well after that point this evening. I’ll try to get it right some time before I go.
I used quite a few post-processing fiddles to compensate for the fact that I don’t know how to use a flash.

I missed the glorious fiery peach and purple of the sunset, the remnants of which you can imagine. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.





I very much like the last one!!
It has an myserieuze atmosphere.