The New World was built on the basic premise of human rights: no one can deny them to you, and the law will see to it that they be upheld for every one of its citizens. But not even the laws of the New World can contain the wrath of the elements. When it's hot, it burns, and when it's hot and windy, it razes. There is hope in the destruction that follows a fire: everything inanimate can be rebuilt. What can't be remade is the animate; that's gone forever.
The old minaret adjacent to St Nikolaos church is a perfect reminder of the way the East met the West in the town I made my home, Chania, Crete, Greece. The photographs I post all help to tell a part of a longer story that focuses on the town and its citizens, whether they are living there now, or have made their home in other parts of the world. As a newer resident, by writing about the town in this way, I am trying to put some order into the chaos that I seem to be confronted with.
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Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Fire
The recent sky at dusk reminds one of a fire raging above us. It only lasts a few minutes, right at the point of sunset, and then it's over so quickly, that some of us don't even notice it happening.

The New World was built on the basic premise of human rights: no one can deny them to you, and the law will see to it that they be upheld for every one of its citizens. But not even the laws of the New World can contain the wrath of the elements. When it's hot, it burns, and when it's hot and windy, it razes. There is hope in the destruction that follows a fire: everything inanimate can be rebuilt. What can't be remade is the animate; that's gone forever.
The New World was built on the basic premise of human rights: no one can deny them to you, and the law will see to it that they be upheld for every one of its citizens. But not even the laws of the New World can contain the wrath of the elements. When it's hot, it burns, and when it's hot and windy, it razes. There is hope in the destruction that follows a fire: everything inanimate can be rebuilt. What can't be remade is the animate; that's gone forever.
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