This is another vision of Istanbul, through the eyes of the foreigner. As the sun sets against the city of washed colors, I rose my camera to my eyes again.
Technical details: I am publishing these photographs on my blog at a low quality because of my concern about the speed of this page [...]
Another vision of Istanbul that I shall treasure in my mind’s eye because it captures the essence, the mysticism of that city if you leave out all the divergent groups attempting to establish their own points of view as the only way to exist.
This photograph is taken from the Galata Bridge, around 5:00 in the [...]
I’m thinking that this blog of mine about Istanbul is mostly visual. It’s a moment or two in time, captured by the camera, words that come from somewhere, I don’t know the origin. The words and the visions are a gift to me. How lucky I am. What a twisted path [...]
After five days of dashing about the city of London, hardly sleeping – there wasn’t time - meeting relatives, a super model, a movie star; dining at fabulous restaurants and dancing at a very fine night club full of Arabs and very beautiful prostitutes with long, long hair, I was exhausted. There are plenty [...]
The next day, we met up by chance near the Mosque. This is a lucky sign. He was happy to see me. I was happy to see him. Yilmaz was wearing his brand new shoes. I asked him if he would come to the Covered Market to help me buy t-shirts. [...]
At the end of the long day, we went back to the place where the orbits of our lives had originally crossed paths. I think he understood why I wanted to go back there. Without a common language, we understand eachother. He knows I will understand. Barely with words can [...]
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