falling dream

 

you know that dream where you feel like you're falling for a second (if you're lucky) and longer if you're feeling especially adventurous. Tonight, I set up the camera and with motion sensors photographed myself when this was happening...

cacik & coban salad

 

there's nothing like shepard (coban) salad and cacik for dinner when it's hot hot summer time baby, and if you've listened to Baris Manco, you know what I mean when I say that I'm feeling kind of like cacik today...

moroccan sweets

 

pick your taxi

 

chair by the window

 

after work traffic

 

Fes train station

leather tannery in Fes

volubilis

and the arch of triumph

turkey on wheels

 

The motorcycle with wings. The guy on the back was pissed off that I was photographing such an intimate moment..

casa streets

 

trucks in an empty parking lot

street lamps

fruit basket

Receiving fruit baskets in the hotel is a bad sign. It means I'm becoming a platinum member everywhere, but home.

empty roads

monster

 

no perseid meteor shower tonight

 

Tonight was supposed to be the night of the Perseid meteor showers. So I got out and started driving in the opposite direction of where I would normally drive to at night. Not towards Cairo, but into the desert. Trying to get away from the light pollution and hoping to take some nice shots. After half an hour of driving, the road turning into a narrow path, I came onto a checkpoint. The microbus driver in front of me presented his ID to the policemen and drove through after some discussion. I had no idea what I was going to say. How was I supposed to explain in Arabic that I wanted to take photos of the Perseid meteor shower in the middle of the desert. Yeah, right where even driving to the most touristic resort draws many questions if you're a foreigner. So I resorted to the only strategy I knew could possibly work if I was lucky and if I looked confident enough. I drove by slowly, stopped, turned around to the policemen, greeted them with a serious selamin aleykum and drove on without stopping. No one shouted behind me. I had made it! Of course, this wasn't much compared to an Egyptian friend who ran away from the police on his motorcycle because he was too lazy to get a legal license for his vehicle, but still I felt lucky...

Dates for Ramadan

 

butterfly

 

stable legs

 

morning dip

 

There's nothing as refreshing taking a swim in the morning. It's difficult to adapt to the morning shower only after vacation's over.

pigeon homes

 

One of the adobe structure on the way to the north coast where pigeons dwell. We weren't sure if these pigeons are raised as a hobby as is the case in Turkiye or for food, an Egyptian delicacy I've been avoiding (pigeons are pets in my country). Funny how different cultures may perceive an animal quite differently, pet, food, or flying rat.

lost in the jungle

 

poetry

 

and back to poetry it is. To be inspired in more ways than one. I feel like I've been a stranger in my own body and life as the sadness is washing away...

write

 

I'm back to writing. It's usually lack of something or someone that inspires writing.

memories

 

this is from my first days in Egypt. I was staying at a hotel. Every night at the hotel, there would be a wedding and at night I would fall asleep to the sound of the drums and zurnas...