I know that I already posted some photographs of fishermen in Istanbul.. but I was going through photographs and decided I just needed to edit more. There is just something nice and pleasing about the color of the sky and the lines of the poles. The quietness of the fishing despite the wildness of the city.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” - Marcel Proust
Whirling Dervish at an outdoor restaurant as an exploration of traditional Turkish dances in Istanbul, Turkey. Classically (and currently) seen in Sufi religious ceremonies.
If I want to contrast and compare, I should probably post both places I mentioned in the previous blog post a couple of days ago. And here is the rich, yet soft, Istanbul, Turkey.
It may have taken much persuasion and some Borek to persuade these ladies to let me photograph them. But I did it. In a back ally of Istanbul, I was drawn by the clothing streaming from building to building and managed to find these three ladies along the way.