Here to hold your hand
Agios Ioannis, Crete, was a place of serene emptiness and reflective stillness. The village’s cemetery held an enchanting quietude, punctuated only by soft clatter of windblown glass cases that housed remnants of lives long past. As I walked among the graves, I felt a deep connection to the stories that lay beneath my feet.
This journey to Agios Ioannis was a chance for me to capture the echoes of life that lingered within the village’s empty homes and silent streets, where time itself seemed to stand still. Through “Here to Hold Your Hand,” I sought to preserve and share these moments of quiet reflection, which evoke a powerful sense of memory and introspection.
