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    Twenty-five years ago upon embarking on the first of many trips to the Hellenic world, I contemplated the myriad possibilities of photographing a country whose sweeping culture had worshipped gods and goddesses. I was eager to visit the temples and sanctuaries built to their glorification. My perspective was initially jarred by spreads of rubbled marble, weeds, and restraining fences amid the ubiquitous tourists and ticket takers. I closed my eyes to feel the shifting cadences of time and myth, wishing to sense what had transpired on these grounds. With the benefit of the enhanced visual spectrum of black and white infrared film my speculations were served by photographing the grace and beauty of these noble remnants from the wellspring of Western civilization.