I drove hell bent Washington, DC to Jolo, West Virginia way far south deep in the heart of coal country. All for the purpose of photographing a Pentecostal service where handling of venomous snakes would be the featured attraction. (Vinimis snakes as it’s pronounced in the local vernacular.)
I’m returning to old haunts today, villages and farmlands I visited several times each summer over fifteen years ago. Today I’m driving the 17 kilometer climb up steep winding roads to mile-high Aetomilitsa, in Epirus, Greece, the mountainous region that edges the Albanian border. It is one of my favorite villages in the municipality of Mastorahoria and I hope to deliver photos, dated 2009, recently discovered in the back of my photo closet.
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