Here is a slideshow of some images from the web about orchards in my country.
Here’s the reality.
They’re not orchards. They are thickets. What do people actually want, though? Why, to camp out in nearly abandoned, gentrified orchards, like this:
Yes, the images are both mechanized, in that they both rely on fantasy, but there’s something hopeful in them both: the mechanized orchard represents an attempt to fulfill a vision of the land and to support a family’s life; the fantasy orchard represents, well, the same thing.
An attempt to hold onto the past, or to freeze time into a still life. Dikeakos documents the ironies well.