*Another image from this tiny little chapel that sits on the edge of a high cliff over looking the sea. I was alone there and slept in the chapel in a cloud of incense surrounded by these glorious images, with cracked, dirty glass covering them. These are original paintings, not prints. The golden lights are reflections of the candles in the dirty glass.
I’m so glad the Greek people have left the paintings right were they are, even though bird shit was on a beautiful painted crucifix of Jesus. It all seemed, just right.
I love Mary’s pure and gentle face. A beautiful image of sweet Love and compassion. Oh, the sunset that night was absolutely beautiful with a fierce, fiery glow.*