Here is a face that tells you million stories. Each line, each wrinkle, each crease represents a portion of this mans life, some sorrowful and some jovial.
A few years ago, I went to a little village called “Golcuk”, situated at the top of Crater Mountain in the Aegean region of Turkey. This tiny village is surrounded by gigantic poplar trees, a small yet beautiful crate lake and miles of farm land where one can see tomatoes, peppers, corn, watermelon scattered all over the place. It’s a feast for the 5 senses.
One can meet wonderfully hospitable and kind villagers that roam around in their traditional cloths. I met this particular villager in one of those occasions. I had my camera with me and he started asking questions about who I was, where I come from, so on and so fort. We struck up a long and warm conversation over trials and tribulations of life. I fell in love with his eyes instantly….
At the end of our of chance meeting, I asked if I can take a picture of him as a reminder of our lovely day and he said “yes”. As you can see, there is no fake smile, exaggerated or pretentious look on his face. He just looked at the camera as if he was talking to me… That is what I call true beauty… What you see is what you get!
By building all these physical and emotional walls around us, do we really protect ourselves from pain and suffering, or are we increasingly becoming more and more disconnected and isolated from each other?
Isn’t it wonderful to find beauty in the most unexpected corners of our lives….
Have a peaceful weekend all…
Until “back to reality Monday” (as a fellow blogger, TT said a few weeks ago… )
13 Comments:
I know that place, we had Tubitak summer camp in 1968 there
To cut a long comment short:
What a face!
Thank you.
if you look in his eyes, when you blow up the picture, we can see you taking the picture...
Here's another Turkish photographer who takes beautiful pics of people and faces..
Superb portrait. That is a face that tells many stories but it radiates dignity
Yuvakuran: you and I seem to be going to the same places... I have a feeling, one day our paths will cross in the oddest place.... :)
Sean: thanks... I feel the same way...
TT: thank you for the link. Incredible pictures... I feel totally inspired now... :) Until, back to reality monday...
Jams: Thank you so much....! I really like your interpretation of his face....
You were both privileged to meet one another. I'm sure he remembers you as well as you do him. A gift for both of you. And now for us...
Beautiful photos, as always.Thanks!
great photo... beautiful post...
Claudia and Alias, thank you both.... :) you are both too kind as always....!
Lovely photos Nevin.
Yes, village life is so different than City life. Villagers are warm and welcoming people. City people have unknowingly become slaves to the system, where everything revolves around time and paying off the mortgage.
Values in the City are so different to values in the Villages and that has unfortunately become universal.
So.... true Ardent..... :)
Lovely post plus lovely pics, Nevin. And, lovely link to that other Turkish portrait photographer.
BTW, speaking of "paths crossing" ~ there's a decent old bloke I know of who's often found sitting around somewhere in (southern Mugla region), Turkey. And, If you're ever around those parts and happen to cross his path, I can absolutely guarantee that he'll be more than delighted to buy you nice glass (or two, or few) of chay ~ and sit in the shade and chat & chat & chat & chat .....
(OK, OK, I know. Vanity is a terrible thing and I'm no expert photgrapher, but I just couldn't resist.)
//;^)
Richard, I might just take you up on your offer.... !
Don't say, you were never warned!
This summer is going to be difficult for me but next summer is very viable! I would love to drink your tea, or hopefully your homemade wine if you got any?
I might just drop by with my camera.... :) :)
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