In my photographs, I touch upon the river Evros. Evros begins its journey at the ‘navel’ of the Thracian land, and touches the Aegean sea at the estuary. The river waters the land, creates gardens and feeds people, but at the same time, swallows unfortunate and tormented souls in its rolling, blurry waters. Here, in the river delta, Evros reaches the end of its journey, in a path set amid meanders of reeds, finally falling silent. When you find yourself here, a spiritual uncertainty takes over; a feeling of sadness, of ambivalence, due to the smell of decay; an allegory, for the cycle of life and death. Here, the river – much like Hermes – bears “signs” to the traveler, evoking their interpretation.
All images © Nikos Zoakis