Photographer's Note

I walk up high hills
And seek moments of silence,
But I only know,
Something inside me hurts.
It can’t be that I laugh,
Or smile, for reasons unknown,
It can’t be that I cry,
For that something is still unknown...

...from a tibetan poem by tsamchoe dolma...

...taken at the weekend in one of the newest shopping malls of istanbul, “meydanacik”...

...for cara valeria...

(ps: not tilted, he is walking up the red brick slope...)

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Additional Photos by korkut bostanci (bostankorkulugu) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 3391 W: 713 N: 8252] (42866)
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