I have been under the spell of Istanbul's sunset and chat with starngers and took photos near Kabatas. The best photos I have taken, I believe are the ones of those strangers that I will send to their email address that I was given and not quite have the right to publish.
If isolated from the chat with strangers,
Kabatas is ferries and rush
And keep in mind, ferries mean seagulls
Kabatas is this unique beautiful break in the sunset by the clock tower of Dolmabahce Palace
Kabatas is the parliament blue and the gold
colors of the enlightening on monuments in the evening sky
Kabatas means my decent meatball guy Hasan in his colorful workbench
Out of home as I read the last pages of the nice book of Aret VARTANYAN: A Breath of Istanbul
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The pictures from my eyes, form my world are from my camera unless I am dancing in the picture.
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