ON NUMEROUS TRIPS to the ancient Hellenic world, I contemplated myriad possibilities of photographing a country whose  sweeping culture had laid the foundation for Western art, philosophy, democracy, medicine, law, math, architecture,  linguistics, theater, and sports. Eager to visit the temples and sanctuaries built with those realizations, my perspective was initially jarred by jumbles of rubbled marble, weeds, and restraining fences amidst the ubiquitous tourists, ticket takers, and guides. I closed my eyes to feel the shifting cadences of time and mythos to sense what had transpired on those grounds. It was in using the enhanced visual spectrum of black and white infrared film that I could best convey the grace and beauty of another time; these noble remnants of the wellspring of Western civilization.