CHRISTOS SIMATOS

I’ve visited Santorini many times before. Each time I discovered new vantage points from which I could observe the interplay between the light and the landmass of the island, but always in the summer. I often wondered how would the island look like in another season. I decided to visit it in spring. How different everything looked then. The island had transformed, the colours were different. The stone no longer dominated the scenery, the fully-blossomed nature did. The weather was however a real revelation. The early-morning mist, climbing up the caldera, transformed into white clouds that rushed all day over the  island to rest discretely by the distant horizon, joyfully playing with the last rays of light, setting the sky ablaze. I got so anxious, so impatient to capture all these changes.