Istanbul street performers

And there it is, around the corner, this stunning appearance and striking attitude of the street performers. As nobody else exists.

Silently listening the sounds of Istanbul…

The sounds of Istanbul

The sounds of Istanbul

The sounds of Istanbul

The sounds of Istanbul

The sounds of Istanbul

Fishermen

Fishermen at the Bosphorus

Poppies by the rails

Poppies by the rails

The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
~ Scharmel Iris

Big boy

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.

― Milan Kundera

Sunbathing in March

Look at me

All grown up

My beautiful Lens, all grown up now, strikes a perfect pose and then lays down all tired from the shooting.

Little explorer

Lens adores snow more than everything else, well, maybe not more than oranges.

Here he is in a moment of calmness, before rushing up the mountain.

Lens the explorer

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Wired world

Berovo at dusk

Hibiscus

Hibiscus

It flourishes in the tropical sun
Its colours radiant
A burst of sun

It dots the land
In a tropical breeze
Were the coconut trees
Sway too and thro

The sent sways sweetly
Around you in bliss
Its colours so soft
It makes you think
Of a rainbow just passed
In it’s beautiful wake

Vibrant the colours
Captured in tapestry art
A custom we have
From a culture lost

Its beauty sublime
It’s a work of art
One that was made
By the creators hand

Kaila George