Storm clouds over the Parthenon. As Greece continues to stagger on through its financial crises I found myself going back through some of my photographs and stumbled upon the cheery image of the Greek flag waving in the Aegean wind on the ferry from Santorini to Piraeus:
And uninhabited islands rising like mirages out of the sea:
And remembered too some words of the great Greek poet George Seferis, writing about his country's unhealed wounds:
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me,
curtains of mountains, archipelagos, naked granite.
They call the one ship that sails AG ONIA 937.
Let's hope for the best for Greece - and the whole of Europe.