Fountain in the gardens
On a church wall
Inside a church
One side of the Chuch door
Other side of the Church door
Exciting...Ottoman musicians coming to my city to entertain
The Shrine of Remembrance
The eternal flame at the Shrine
Greater Love Hath No Man - The stone inside the Shrine. At 11am on the 11th Day of the 11th month the light comes in from an opening in the roof and and shines straight down onto this remembrance stone.
Ankor Wat, Cambodia. Another place in the world (beside Turkey) where a piece of my heart still lives:
I have enjoyed playing in Corel Photo paint as well:
I spent 7 weeks backpacking in Turkey this time last year. Turkey and its people will live in my heart forever.
Over at my other blog http://randomrose.wordpress.com/ I have been talking about a beautiful book on Turkey. Here are a few of my many memories of Turkey.
Again Shapes, patterns and curiosity is captured by my trusty little camera.
I said in an earlier post I am not sure why shapes and patterns capture my eye, the very next day as I was engrossed in a delicious story ‘Watercolours’ by Adrienne Ferreira which is a story about a small boy who is an artist. He lives in a very small country town and for the first time visits Sydney and he is overwhelmed by the sights of the city. He went to a museum where there was the skeleton of a whale, he sat and began drawing furiously. His friend comes and sits next to him and asks to see what he has drawn. His friend immediately said “It looks like your father’s boat“.
The small boy took another look at his sketchpad; his friend is right, the boat and the whale are the same. In a flash he thinks of the patterns he saw from the airplane window. His statement was:
“I wonder whether everything starts out like this, no matter how big or small…just simple patterns…”
and that sums it up for me. I realised I like shapes and patterns because they represent life itself.
These photos are just an eclectic piece of life.
Over at my other blog http://randomrose.wordpress.com/ I was talking about my morning walk before the heat of the day. On the way home I found three orphans on the footpath. I walked past them but I am sure I heard them calling, so, back I went and here they are:
Three little orphans
Turned over orphans
Don't come any closer
I am a bit mottled
I am pretty in here
About time you got to me. Isn't my colour divine!
I love this pose...I feel like a whole tree
Am I really just a leaf?
What bruises?...Where? Bring me a mirror
Are you sure....
I knew it - I knew it - I am not just a leaf..yaahooo
Fun and games with little orphans. This is just the first day of the New Year and nothing has changed – I am still as weird as ever…thank heavens.
Thank you for visiting and may your day be jolly
MAY 2012 BRING YOU HEALTH, HAPPINESS,PEACE AND MANY, MANY CREATIVE MOMENTS.
PEACE THROUGHOUT THE WORLD.
I am not a photographer but I love taking photos…
“You just have to live and life will give you pictures.” –
Henri Cartier-Bresson
Very, very early one morning just before Christmas I sat at my table with coffee, toast and my book when I heard a familiar sound from Turkey. The swooosh of gas belonging to a hot air balloon. I grabbed my camera and rushed outside and sure enough, right over my house came, not one, but two balloons. I happy snapped them and waved and to my surprise they landed in the park just across the road from me. I thought it would be too wooded but they must have landed in football oval….why Turkey? Cappadocia - http://www.cappadociaturkey.net/
My first balloon ride and what a place to experience my first one. Goreme - Shoestring Hostel, ballooning at dawn – a dream come true.
I must say the balloons here were not as pretty as Cappadocia but it was exciting to see them where I could almost touch them…well…not quite.
I am not sure if these are in order but it is getting late and I am going crosseyed.
I think I might fly away in my hot air balloon and dream….
Goodnight all. Happy snapping.
