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Short Elegy for Anafi
The wind strikes the hillsides mercilessly and all the boats at the tiny port resemble carved pebbles. Late in the afternoon, a steep road pushes the travelers towards Chora, and as the sun sets behind the village, one can only see an outline: electricity...
‘Tis a Jolly Grryo Christmas
What does a Grryo Christmas look like? We asked each member of the Grryo Lead team to share their heartfelt experiences... Romina's story For me, so much about the Christmas season is about the sacredness of time. As soon as December arrives, I am hit with an...
The Storytellers Vol. 16
We feature a photo prompt each week in our Instagram account and ask our audience to share their stories to accompany the image. We would love for you to join us and share what each photo says to you. In November we focused on wonderful photos by talented...
The Instagram #StorytellerCircle
Each week, on Mondays, we challenge our Instagram community with a story prompt. Here is how it works:
We select a photo from our #wearegrryo hashtag and post it to the @wearegrryo account.
You can add a story in 1-2 sentences in the comments. The best gets a feature here on our website.
Good Luck!
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Gone stray by Sabrina Boem
Gone stray. How I find myself involved in a documentary project about stray and colony cats In the beginning, it was not a photo project. It was just me going to take photos in a park where a huge colony of stray cats live. I had started taking photos of cats when I...
German Hanami
“It is spring time now! While the world looks for a new war to fight, you look for a cherry blossom to watch! Let the stupid seek violence; you seek the elegance!” Mehmet Murat ildan The wind picks up a plastic bag from the street and swirls it into the air. The...
R u capable: Self-inquiry Through Photography by Mark L. Chaves
An Interview with Photographer Idan Golko: A Self-examined Life In one of my prior corporate gigs, a division VP said to me, “Mark, you seem to lead a self-examined life.” I was surprised by this. I mean, I took this remark as a compliment, but did I? Did I inspect my...
Rediscover Dubai by Geny Villareal Baluyot
Dubai is rich in history and outstanding architecture. One of my favorite places to visit and to photograph is Al Ras, a small district in Deira near the creek, which means “the cove”. Each time I go to this place, I always discover something new. A few months ago, I...
Sybil: An Autobiography with Lisa Acton Smith & Sophie Smith
I walk to the edge of myself and peer into the great abyss that lives behind me. 1. A dirty blond-haired girl with eyes the color of raindrops plays a childhood game of hide and seek. Her name is stamped on her forehead - Unbalanced. She has been saddled with it since...
Poetic Images of Multiple Truth by Jussi Kapanen
Images of Multiple Truth Along the Way Why do people want to photograph strangers in a public space? I am a middle-aged father of three children and an art teacher living in Tampere, Finland. I did my master´s degree at the University of Arts and Design in Helsinki...
Whistling Echoes: Women of the Sea by Donna Garcia
They plunge to the bottom of the frozen sea, holding their breath, blinded by the murky abyss, searching not only for pearls, octopi or abalone, but also for freedom. What would happen if their line were to break? Would the men comfortably sitting above in their...
Changing beauty by Caroline de Bertodano
Changing Beauty - The Changing Face of Beauty For centuries beauty was represented by natural beauties. Salome, Guinevere and Nefertiti to name but a few. Later beauty was portrayed in artworks such as Botticelli’s Spring, Rossetti’s Other Woman, da Vinci’s Mona Lisa...
I Am My Mother’s Daughter
I Am My Mother's Daughter: My Journey in Photography My love affair with photography began with my mother. It was not love at first sight. My mother was always taking pictures. Always. Her camera held permanent residence in her handbag, and our lives were put on...