Waiting there while I was photographing, this old lady in red came out of nowhere and started chating with my friend about many things and old times. She seemed lonely with great stories to tell. We never figured about her loneliness and what she was going to do, in the end she left my friend with “so don’t let me keep you” and gone her way. One can see loneliness take many shapes, including human form. I hope she is ok…
It is one of those moments, you feel distant and alone waiting on a pier and boats full of people pass you by. There is no hurry now. You may have a pretty good idea why you are alone there that moment but does that change anything ? Watching the city watching you, what do you think ? Or wht do you say ? To yourself ? Well… You know, it is one of those moments…
We are all living our lives with our masks on…. It is the ruins we leave behind while we search for the emerald city.And still we do not recognize it is ourselves that we destroy with every wrong doing. So… Did we become kings ?
What would you say ? “I do deserve!” ?… It is a little puzzle, in which you search for your answer after you screwed up your puzzle… So what will be the answer ?
When should your soul know you are free ? When you can see no bounds ? When someone you love sees no bounds ?When you are no longer in picture ? When ?
Do we know when to get out or even to forget ? Do we even see the clock still ticking above our heads ? Do you even know what “to know” means ? Then what time is the right time to get out ? Walking past the “ever waiting door” ? Are we left with all the question marks ? The irony…
This scene has been seen by million faces in Istanbul. When you look into it, you see the past in current time and you also become the observer observed. While the city flows through people, people become the scene and the city blurs the line between the real and the photograph.
You knock on the door for someone to answer. With the door shut you get all the answers you want if you care to listen. Just like the question is the integral part of the answer, the city smiles behind its shut doors, that is one face of the Istanbul.
In the new year, may you travel to new places which has a lot to offer to you and make you see beauty.
May you search for the puzzles and like Mr. Ian Anderson gracefully put “We find a speck of truth in each riddle”.
Naturally have fun and drink responsibbly, but still never lose a moment
And always enjoy the beauty that surrounds us and take moments of your day to see what goes around you.
So I hope you all have a good new year with the ones you love…
Then the dancer pushes the smoke as she moves on the stage. That moment you cannot tell the difference between anything, the music, the dance, the dancer… Her love for dance, the story the musicians relling, and the flow of the dance are what you see.
The guitars and the vocals giving the you the background of the story. The story which you are writing is embodied in front of you and the main actors are on stage. Everything is ready, all you have to do is sit there and watch.
Watching someone dance is like embodiment of the music. It flows if both the music and the dancer flow. There comes every kind of story from the stage, you get to stand there and watch it.
Whenever the dancer is good, she is not herself, rather she dissolves in music and becomes a figment of your imagination. Just another line in the story which surrounds you and takes you to a different place where you look and see yourself in a completely stranger.
They were dancing flamenco, music was fun and it was true, you cannot tell the dancer from the dance. She became the dance and the music, kind but not weak and fluent but not without form.
Don’t you have at least one friend that you forgot, but still miss ? You know she is there, but cannot talk to her, in time it appears as if you you cannot remember. Still the idea always follows you anywhere and gives you little clues about the answers. And while you were waiting for the answers, the rains come. It is then, when you are looking to the storm and about to curse your luck, you see a friend in white, fly across the sky, unbounded and free…
This morning I lost my grandmother. One of my earliest memories are filled with her presence. Always playful and smiling. Even in her lonliest moments, she smiled when she saw me, which among other things always made me feel that I am something valueable. Now she is with the others who I love and deeply miss. So Babaanne, until we meet again…
While waiting for my friends in Kadikoy, these guys were playing on street. I waited there listening them for about 10 minutes and it was really fun. Having the luxury listening to music while waiting for your friends, surrounded by great food and colorful people, that is something I am thankful for. It is always fun walking the streets of Istanbul.
This photograph was taken one night in Taksim. I was out with a friend and there was she. Standing and talking to some people. I never got the chance to talk to her or see her face for that matter, and it was also not important. She was beautiful standing there, and she was also showing the idea that how late it is and how undeserving you feel, beauty is always two steps away, so I took the photo just to tell…
Last week I was out with some friends. This time I had some time before they arrive and took a walk around Kadikoy, one of the oldest areas in Istanbul. Kadikoy has one of the best places to shop around for food and books. The people there are amazing and lively people. They all have stories written on their faces, I was fun to walk among them and imagine their stories.
Before going out to run, I thought this picture was a good way to start the day. Taken at WTA Istanbul more than a week ago, this is Ms. Li Na, a powerful and also graceful tennis player. Having the privilage to see her playing tennis was great. Watching great athletes makes you remember that your body is a wonderful thing. It feels like the greatest space suit built for you to move around and experience everything, if you want and work, it gets better at something and if you don’t… So thanks to Ms. Li Na for a great show of human body.
Two days ago I was walking among thousand of others for the celebrations of freedom in Turkey. There I came across many friendly faces and some of them were completely strangers. There on the road I saw why freedom matters. It is not only since freedom is essential for human existance… It is the best hope we have for future and for children. That was why I loved to see man children there…
People were celebrating to be as free as they please and they were protesting who were to assume that they can restrict. It is a grave mistake to think that one can rip away freedom from human beings, since without it we are nothing but a statistical mechanics moving in a physical space. Freedom is a little spark burried deep within human soul which is the essential self. We celebrate since nowdays we are living it also, not just feeling it as a distant island.
Great leaders (even spiritual ones and the prophets in a different level) are the ones who fought for freedom of the people, great ones like Mustafa Kemal Atatürk. People there were also celebrating that he was there when the people needed him most. Such a great person…
So a deeply felt thanks to M. Kemal Atatürk was in the air, so that we were able to walk that night to celebrate…
Freedom is such a simple word to describe such a great thing. It is very delicate and naturally occuring; you cannot force it. Unfourtunately it has to be earned sometimes although every person born has it in his or her nature. It has been 90 years since the last time Turkey had to win its freedom again and it cost many lives. It doesn’t matter where you live, there have been those who fought for your freedom many years before and this is the time to celebrate freedom and remember those who we owe it to. And may you never forget the value of it, since altough it is a natural right, it is very fragile and once you start to give some portions away, in no time you will again end fighting for it. So, like many people in Turkey do right now appreciate the deep breaths and free toughts you create with those breaths…