Regardless of the strength of our religious beliefs, Easter seems to me a particularly moving feast celebrating how life regenerates itself out of the darkness of winter into the light of spring. Brought up in the Greek Orthodox tradition by mildly religious parents who only occasionally went to church, I was always taken to the evening service on Easter Saturday when, just before midnight, all lights would be extinguished and the church would be plunged into darkness. At the stroke of midnight candles would be lit and light would return to the church and to the surrounding streets, carried by the worshippers. The magical play of darkness and light made it inevitable that I would become a photographer.