Abigail Bosphorus Blue
Linden time
in İstanbul
The branches of linden trees are full of drooping flowers… and the fragrance of these flowers is lingering on in the air.
So yesterday afternoon, I went to see and inhale linden trees and flowers… to Hidiv Kasrı, the forest where linden trees are so abundant.
The Bosphorus was flowing in blue, with glitters…
A good book in deep shades of trees… or flowing away with Bosphorus…
A soft breeze that carries the scent of linden flowers and the forest…
The leaves rustled in the breeze, pinenuts were falling from pinecones.
Silence…
And sounds in the silence…
And falling in love with the rippling branches and leaves of this linden tree...
Linden time
in İstanbul
The branches of linden trees are full of drooping flowers… and the fragrance of these flowers is lingering on in the air.
So yesterday afternoon, I went to see and inhale linden trees and flowers… to Hidiv Kasrı, the forest where linden trees are so abundant.
The Bosphorus was flowing in blue, with glitters…
A good book in deep shades of trees… or flowing away with Bosphorus…
A soft breeze that carries the scent of linden flowers and the forest…
The leaves rustled in the breeze, pinenuts were falling from pinecones.
Silence…
And sounds in the silence…
And falling in love with the rippling branches and leaves of this linden tree...