FROM NORTH TO SOUTH: HAIKU

AT FRAUKE'S

Old barn, now new house.

Beyond the line of oak trees

a horse flicks at flies.

Frauke's house and adjoining apartments, converted from an old barn
by her husband Klaus, an architect. Klaus died four years ago, but his
presence is palpable in the house itself and all the beautiful memories it holds.

IN SANTORINI

Greek island. Humans

dug in, built out, white-washed walls.

God edged all in blue.

On the trail north from our villa looking toward Oia. Carol and I did the 6-mile
hike in 3.5 hours--"Pretty good," we were told by a local, "for people your age."

Caldera cliff house.
White on white.  And every blue--
sea, sky, doors and domes.

 Looking south toward town of Firostefani from our top terrace.  On this level
was the room of our generous hostess, Vicki Ruskin, who invited eight
 women friends to help celebrate her 70th birthday here. Vicki's room was dug
into the rock cliff on the left as were other rooms on two more levels below.

Nine women nested
like osprey. Below, crowds crammed
in floating hotels.

Canvas sail still now.

Last night's wind, furious flapping.

Silence at daybreak.

Our main deck, complete with boat sail to provide shade. Straight off
 the "bow" is the deep lagoon and Volcano Island, the central cone of
 the volcano. Santorini is essentially what remains after an enormous
volcanic explosion  created the  current geological caldera. A giant
 central lagoon is surrounded by high steep cliffs on three sides.