Photography  

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When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.

(Ansel Adams)

Anatolia, in haze
The landscape of childhood memories always lives within the soul. The soil of that region, the flowers that grow in that soil, and the people who cultivate that soil continue to live with the individual as an inseparable part of their identity, no matter how much time passes. However, memories become blurred over time, as if a fog has settled over them. Behind that fog, the silhouettes change color and texture. Some figures remain clear, while others begin to fade.