Beşiktaş in winter

Beşiktaş port, open air naval musem, Beşiktaş iskelesi ve deniz müzesinden bir bölüm, İstanbul

Harem port

İstanbul

artworks by Mike

Mike from Nomadic View

Ozgur, I love your work. Here are two of my painting based on your family photos. I hope you like them

my grandma, Mike's artwork on based my photo

thanks to Mike for lovely artworks … he is the  first guest author in my  blog.

passengers and snow

Beşiktaş bus stop

Beşiktaş, Sinan Paşa Camii

Beşiktaş, Sinan Pasha Mosque, Sinan Paşa Camii, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

winter season in İstanbul

Black eagle in snow

Beşiktaş-Üsküdar boats and tea garden

Black eagle is the icon of BJK (Beşiktaş Football Team)

Üsküdar, Kız Kulesi

Üsküdar, Kız Kulesi, Maiden's Tower, winter season, pentax k10d, İstanbul

on background Üsküdar seashore and Ayasma Mosque (Ayazma Camii)

Üsküdar-Beşiktaş boat service

Üsküdar-Beşiktaş boat service, Beşiktaş side, İstanbul, Pentax K10d, Üsküdar-Beşiktaş dolmuş motorları

Dolmabahçe Sarayı, snow storm

snow storm, dolmabahce palace, istanbul bosphorus, pentax k10d, kar altında dolmabahce sarayı

Kadikoy in winter

İstanbul Kadıköy port

İstanbul, winter season

İstanbul Beşiktaş naval museum, winter season, pentax k10d, Beşiktaş iskelesi parkı

Serencebey and snow

Beşiktaş Serencebey street in winter, İstanbul, pentax k10d, Beşiktaş Serencebey yokuşu

Rest in peace (may-1918, jan-2010)

my grandma

When I Die

When i die
When my coffin
Is being taken out
You must never think
I am missing this world

Don’t shed any tears
Don’t lament or
Feel sorry
I’m not falling
Into a monster’s abyss

When you see
My corpse is being carried
Don’t cry for my leaving
I’m not leaving
I’m arriving at eternal love

When you leave me
In the grave
Don’t say goodbye
Remember a grave is
Only a curtain
For the paradise behind

You’ll only see me
Descending into a grave
Now watch me rise
How can there be an end
When the sun sets or
The moon goes down

It looks like the end
It seems like a sunset
But in reality it is a dawn
When the grave locks you up
That is when your soul is freed

Have you ever seen
A seed fallen to earth
Not rise with a new life
Why should you doubt the rise
Of a seed named human

Have you ever seen
A bucket lowered into a well
Coming back empty
Why lament for a soul
When it can come back
Like Joseph from the well

Yhen for the last time
You close your mouth
Your words and soul
Will belong to the world of
No place no time

Mevlana

 

my grandma

Balat sokakları

Balat streets, Balat sokakları, istanbul, pentax k10d

sellerman from Balat streets

street seller, Balat, sokak satıcısı, İstanbul , Pentax K10d

old houses, Balat

old houses of Balat region, Balat 'daki eski evler, İstanbul, pentax k10d

old house from Balat

old house, Balat

typical Balat view

streets of Balat, Balat görünüş

Balat streets

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old style houses of Balat district, Balat ‘daki eski evler, Golden Horn, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

old details from street

old houses, Balat, İstanbul, eski evler, pentax k10d