Category Archives: Haydarpasa

Haydarpasa, last days …

Haydarpasa tren garı, Haydarpasa railway station, Istanbul, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

Haydarpasa tren garı, Haydarpasa railway station, Istanbul, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

winter-snow and fishers …

Kadikoy-Istanbul, photos by ozgur ozkok, pentax k10d

Kadikoy-Istanbul, photos by ozgur ozkok, pentax k10d

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Haydarpasa Railway Station photos


some photos from 2009

Haydarpasa Port

Haydarpasa-Istanbul, pentax k10d , by ozgur ozkok

Haydarpasa-Istanbul, pentax k10d , by ozgur ozkok

On each sleepless night …

istanbul and seagulls, by ozgur ozkok, pentax kx

istanbul and seagulls, by ozgur ozkok, pentax kx

I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me. Continue reading

Do not wait, surrender For the sake of Love.

Istanbul Haydarpasa, by ozgur ozkok ,  pentax k10d + tamron 28-75/2.8

Istanbul Haydarpasa, by ozgur ozkok , pentax k10d + tamron 28-75/2.8

Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside Continue reading

blue boat

Haydarpasa port, Istanbul, pentax k10d

Haydarpasa port, Istanbul, pentax k10d

Be careful, his bow tie is really a camera

Haydarpasa, Istanbul , pentax k10d

Haydarpasa, Istanbul , pentax k10d

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy.
I said, “Be careful, his bow tie is really a camera.”
Simon & Garfunkel, “America”

Then they’ll raise their hands Sayin’ we’ll meet all your demands

Haydarpasa, Istanbul, pentax k10d

Haydarpasa, Istanbul, pentax k10d

When The Ship Comes In

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin’
Like the stillness in the wind
‘Fore the hurricane begins
The hours when the ship comes ind. Continue reading

a foggy day in Istanbul

Haydarpasa railway station, Haydarpaşa tren garı, Istanbul, pentax k10d

Haydarpasa railway station, Haydarpaşa tren garı, Istanbul, pentax k10d

 

A Foggy Day

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue

But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve known

A foggy day, in london town
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British museum, had lost it’s charm Continue reading