karaburun

From the Karaburun peninsula in Izmir. We set out to explore a deserted Greek village, but had to return before we got there because it was getting dark and the road resembled the windingest street in SF. On the way, we saw a piece of rock in the middle of an artichoke field. We pulled over and I climbed the beautiful formation. On one side, there was an old half-deserted village on the face of the mountain, on the other side green fields. My mother was pacing the field with thoughtful steps (maybe thinking about an artichoke dish with olive oil?). This photograph reminds me the thrill I get from looking down from a height.