I’m always impressed by the way that my classmate, Sara, works in series when she photographs. So, I’m borrowing her idea and trying it out on one of Greece’s most iconic figures, the windmill. They dot the islands in various states of disrepair and are positively surreal, liked displaced migrants from another era, squatting on land that they no longer understand. Imagine parking your car next to one of these on your way to work each day. It seems so strange to me, the integration of ruins into modern life, but I suppose to a Greek, these 19th and 20th century mills aren’t really that old relative to everything else in the country. There are so many layers to life here. These photos are of mills in the town of Marpisa on Paros, and in the main harbor of Antiparos, our island neighbor.