thinking about the arkadiko/kazarma bridge..... stones put in place by myceneans more than 3000 years ago, still in use, still standing as a monument to our desire to connect, to go further, to meet on the other side..... all ancient bridges actually are endlessly fascinating to me. over the course of three millennia, whose footsteps and lives am i tracing if i step on those stones? whose hands freed the stones from the earth? what kind of person were the individuals who put them there? i may never comprehend their lives or daily realities, but we can share this much: a dusty road over a small gully, and our desire to cross.





















