A mere mention of the name Santorini conjures images of turquoise domes, crisply-painted white walls, and a sparkling azure sea. Perhaps it is a sin to present this Greek gem in black and white, yet I appreciate how it opens the eyes to lines and textures often overlooked when the island is otherwise presented in all its glorious pastel hues.
Iron railings become more prominent than the jewel-toned walls behind them.
The still-active volcano that once destroyed Santorini looks even more foreboding with its charcoal-colored jagged rocks.
Late afternoon shadows are more dramatic, showing the silhouettes of graceful lamp posts and the wispy frames of trees.
The lava rocks embedded in sidewalks pop like polka dots.
Church domes have a rugged glow, worn by the salty winds of the Aegean Sea.
Power lines that are otherwise obnoxious create interesting linear patterns.
The sun’s shadows are more prominent, as is the moon’s reflection on the sea.
The island begins its evening slumber, with twinkling lights and a promise of trademark blue skies in the day ahead…
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