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We went in search of rivers.

One of us made his own pinhole camera. The other used a digital one.

It rained so much this year in Cyprus that reservoirs have become gathering places. And where there’s people, there are sandwich trucks. And ice-cream.

The men in the hats sold clay wares and other little things. They hung out in the sun and enjoyed the sunshine.

Where there are rivers, there are often ancient bridges.

There’s something really cool about walking on a medieval bridge.

And sometimes, if you know where to get off the highway, you can follow a river all the way to the sea.



Okay, new thing: when I get stuck on a story, I scan films.

Which is more productive than what I was previously doing: watching too many old episodes of The Big Bang Theory.*

Which is really how I remembered that once, a long time ago when I worked in L.A. I was on a photo assignment at Saks in Pasadena, and on the way to the car I stopped and took some non-work related pictures.

Ah, Kodak, you made good films. I always liked how they were way less green than Fuji. We had some good times. I hope you won’t die like Polaroid.

*On the last picture on the left: The Cheesecake Factory.


I’ve been doing a lot of traveling recently. Which is great for filling your head with new things, people and places.

But now need to get back to that quiet place that is home.

Relax. Reflect. Retreat back into me.

And get writing.




In early September Book Ex Machina went to Hamburg for Photo+Art Book Hamburg ’11

We also wandered around and took in the scenery.

Visited with friends.

Ate nice food.

And took some pictures.

POSTED BY IOANNA¬† [ edited Nov 24, 2011. Life isn’t static, why should posts be? ]


So we went to this monthly fair in downtown Nicosia to sell our book. I don’t think I’ve ever been at Ledras street so early in the morning before.

The weather was sunny and breezy and finally cool enough to wear short sleeves.

Nicosia in Dark and White and Origami Dinosaur

Sold some books and someone made origami dinosaurs

There was an exhibition night there in one of the old abandoned buildings at the Ledra Street crossing, found out about it accidentally

Stop! Taking Photos is not Allowed!

Taking photos in not allowed, and sandbags

Those signs are like photographer’s catnip


Meeting old friends = serendipity.

Oh, and before i forget, my little half-island, Happy Independence Day!

(I wrote a story about this last year, it’s in the book, and here, and it’s a little sappy.)