Monthly Archives: August 2007

Sultanahmet Mosque


sultanahmet mosque istanbul

In Sultanahmet Square, you’ll see this miracle mosque.

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Pammakaristos Church, Fethiye Mosque


Fethiye Mosque

it is in Balat at Halic region.

Pammakaristos Church, also known as the Church of Theotokos Pammakaristos (Joyous Mother of God), later known as Fethiye Mosque (Turkish: Fethiye Camii). It is one of the most famous Byzantine churches in Istanbul, Turkey. The parekklesion, besides being one among the most important examples of Constantinople’s palaiologan architecture, has the largest amount of Byzantine mosaics after the Hagia Sophia and Chora Church in Istanbul.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pammakaristos_Church

a fountain in Fatih Mosque


Fatih Mosque, Istanbul

a hot summer day in Istanbul. They are taking water by bottle from a fountain in Fatih Mosque (in turkish : Fatih Camii)

The Alchemy of Love

You come to us
from another world

From beyond the stars
and void of space.
Transcendent, Pure,
Of unimaginable beauty,
Bringing with you
the essence of love.

You transform all
who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns,
troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence,
Bringing joy
to ruler and ruled
To peasant and King.

You bewilder us
with your grace.
All evils
transform into
goodness.

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love
in earth and sky
in heart and soul
of every being.

Through your loving
existence and nonexistence erge.
All opposites unite.
All that is profane
becomes sacred again.
Hz. Mevlana (Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi)


Golden Horn scene


Golden Horn, Istanbul

two important area in Golden Horn

  • Stefi Stefan Bulgar Church (in turkish : Bulgar Klisesi)
  • Private Fener College (we say as “kırmızı mektep” red school)

I’ll share several shots for both of them .

a man in Balat streets



Balat, Fener, Istanbul

Golden Horn sea side


on scene, you see Golden Horn, Galata Tower

Galata tower


Galata Tower, Istanbul

in my wall :)

In evening ferryboat, Love calls you by your name


Kadikoy, Istanbul

Kadıköy, Istanbul

An evening ferryboat,  I ‘m listening Cohen

Love calls you by your name.

You thought that it could never happen
To all the people that you became,
Your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
Between the birthmark and the stain,
Between the ocean and your open vein,
Between the snowman and the rain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.

The women in your scrapbook
Whom you still praise and blame,
You say they chained you to your fingernails
And you climb the halls of fame.
Oh but here, right here,
Between the peanuts and the cage,
Between the darkness and the stage,
Between the hour and the age,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.

Shouldering your loneliness
Like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
You stumble into this movie house,
Then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
Between the moonlight and the lane,
Between the tunnel and the train,
Between the victim and his stain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.

I leave the lady meditating
On the very love which i, I do not wish to claim,
I journey down the hundred steps,
But the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
Between the dancer and his cane,
Between the sailboat and the drain,
Between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.

Where are you, judy, where are you, anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
Was i, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come over here,
Between the windmill and the grain,
Between the sundial and the chain,
Between the traitor and her pain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.

Leonard Cohen

a hospital in Galata streets, love comes on strong


 istanbul

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.

Hz. Mevlana

Mathnawi VI

small fancy


istanbul

From my office’s wall