The village woman in the picture used to live in Ano Korakiana. She had a unique personality and lots of friends in her neighborhood. I remember she was amazed at my taking a picture of her-that's what I did first, years ago, and then drew a sketch out of it.
It was spring time when I took that picture and she was at that time looking after her sheep in a field not far from my village house. We used to take the kids there to pick up daisies and other wild flowers. She was making wool thread and looked so serene and lost in her own world. She was one with the nature. She was always wearing a gold chain with a cross round her neck. She is now resting at the cemetery of Taxiarthis, next to the field she used to visit.
The sketch was made in ink and light water color.
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