A photographic journey down the paths of ancient olive groves of Crete.
An encounter with our millennia-old friends, the only unmoving travellers of time, whose memories hold the entire history of Crete!
A project that includes art, literature and poetry, a wealth of knowledge for the promotion and protection of these perennial trees, our most precious living treasure on the land of Crete!
Τhe millennia-old olive trees, witnesses to a distant, long gone era, with a history lost in the depths of time and legend.
They are probably the last living organisms, vestiges of the now lost Minoan civilization. Not only are they alive, they are also still productive, offering people their invaluable gifts after thousands of years on this earth.
I wandered in the wood
of old olive trees,
Thick, twisted trunks,
Tortured,
Masks, trunks of pain.
Ioanna Tsatsou
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