Monastery of Gregoriou

Gregoriou's stone walls rise from the cliff face over the Athonite sea, rooftiles a warm red against the pale masonry below.

There’s such a deep quiet to this place, held between the sea and the mountain. Your eye just follows the line of the cliff up, past the arched windows, and then drifts out to the soft hills behind. I love the warmth in the stone—all those earthy ochres and quiet reds—set against the cool blues of the water and sky. The light is soft, just settling over everything. The brushwork is so careful on the buildings, but it softens into the rock and sea. A deep stillness holds the cliffs, as if time slows right at the water's edge.