City barley rye and wheat

If you find the time to sit back for a few minutes and see with your mind's eye the reality surrounding us, you would certainly agree that we're moving too fast for our own good.


One has to admit that technology is great, but I'm not 'one' unfortunately. As I contemplate the never-ending pace of life which goads us on to accelerate without considering the implications of this protracted turbocharged race we find ourselves in, I reach the conclusion that we are uglifying the world.

Nature to me isn't just this planet's lungs. It's a canvas created by the most skilled of artists that sustains us physically and mentally. It eases the mind as it comforts the eyes. It kindles the sense of touch with all manner of textures and lulls the ears with pleasing sounds of breezes rustling through foliage and nightingales serenading the moon.

This shot of a cityscape looming in the distance as wildflowers and the cream tips of soft grasses lean in the wind is evidence of a beauty once consummate, now mutilated. An entire area inhabited by plants, a cosmos for pint-sized animals that roamed through a labyrinth of stalks now slowly vanishes as concrete entrenches and asphalt enshrouds.  

This photo is the actualization of the concept if pathos, if one were possible. It is a passionate cry for help by the willowy tenants of a land being overrun by feudal lords whose only concern is solipsistic gain. 

This is not to say that Greece doesn't have its fair share of green open spaces, but it is a reminder that here like all over the world the future is bent on building more rather than building wisely.