It’s my last night in Santorini. I watched my fourth sunset on this Greek island just a short time ago. The view from the hotel is quite amazing and I’ve never had the opportunity to see the sun disappear little by little into the horizon the way it does here, like it’s dipping into the sea until it’s fully submerged.
We went to Oia yesterday to view the sun doing its thing among the throngs of people who congregate to see the sunset in Oia. Although it was nice, it wasn’t too different than the view from the hotel (look at me, being a snob about sunsets) but that didn’t stop me from snapping pictures. I found myself taking as many pictures as everyone else around me. To be honest, I thought I would stay away from the clichéd pictures on this trip and step up my photography game but that didn’t really happen. I’m going to have to sift through the many pics I took, most likely shaking my head at the majority of them, wondering what I was thinking when I took then (Besides “Ooooh!! Purrty!”).
Even though I wanted to take extra care with pictures on this trip and put more thought into what I capture, I couldn’t help but be sucked into the tourist frame of mind since this trip started in Istanbul. The funny thing? I know a lot of the pictures I took won’t do the subject justice. I sincerely doubt any of my pictures will truly depict the majesty of the Blue Mosque. None of my pictures would be able to translate the vibe of Istiklal or how good my durum was at Durumzade (not that I took any pics of that, I was too busy eating it).
So for my last night in Santorini, where I have the distinction of being one of the most clothed people on the island, I left my camera in the hotel room and sat and faced the sunset without worrying about pictures. I focused on being a participant in the moment. Instead of trying to make a perfect photo, I tried to create a really good memory. And I think I got it. No photography filters required:)