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Eminönü, a historic district in Istanbul, served as a key commercial hub during the Byzantine and Ottoman eras due to its location at the Golden Horn’s entrance. It housed marketplaces like the Spice Bazaar, mosques such as Yeni Cami, and vital docks facilitating trade across the empire. Today, it remains a vibrant tourist spot, known for bustling ferries, street food, and shopping, connecting Istanbul’s cultural, historical, and modern elements
I took this photo in Istanbul during a boat tour on the Bosphorus. Both sides of the Bosphorus are surrounded by many beautiful houses.
Istanbul, an open-air museum on an extraordinary geographical site at the crossroads of worlds, between modernity and tradition.
- Part III : the Asian shore.
The city of Istanbul. The bridge between east and west. One of the cities with the most history in the world and with which even Napoleon fell in love.
Istanbul, an open-air museum on an extraordinary geographical site at the crossroads of worlds, between modernity and tradition.
- Part IV : last day for memories.
Back from trip to Turkey just now, first air travel in more than 1 1/2 years thanks to covid.
Finally some nice environment to test new lenses like the Laowa 35mm 0.95 used for this one.
this evening İstanbul,...Just before the snow storm....
pink hours in Istanbul.......
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jan 23,2016...istanbul,Eminönü
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Büyükada'dan Kınalı'ya bakış..
İstanbul gürültüsü karışır lodoslara
Martılar şaşkın
Sislerin ardında cami gölgesi karışır bulutlara
Ve ben şaşkın
Sabahların mahmurluğu karışır umutlara
İstanbul şaşkın
Ağlama İstanbul ağlama istanbul ağlama
Lodos eser başında sevdalar
Şarkılara selam söyle İstanbul
Ezan sesi yayılır semana
Gözlerinde yosun kokan bakışlar
İstanbul geceleri karışır sessizliğe
Caddeler suskun
Bir garip sokak lambası karışır soğuklara
Dilenci şaşkın
Hep böyle uyusalar karışsam güzelliğine
İstanbul sakin
Sebep yok İstanbul ağlama
Vakit yok İstanbul ağlama
When the blue hours of Istanbul start I put seagulls to sleep and then contemplate the Istanbul from my window with the scent of history…People, Blue Mosque, Theodosius Obelisk, the sea of the authentic cultures, and the grand trees raised by witnessed all these… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mavi saatler başlar başlamaz martıları uyuttum ve tarih kokan penceremden seyre daldım İstanbul’u…Sultan Ahmet Cami’yi, Dikilitaş’ı, asırlarca ticarete başkentlik yapmış engin denizi, bunları deneyimleyen insanları ve bunların hepsine tanıklık yaparak olgunlaşmış ulu ağaçları… BeNowMeHere, Istanbul, Turkey, 2018 via 500px bit.ly/2QwwjZN
Istanbul has a population speeding towards 20 million, its chaotic sprawl stretching from the fringe of Europe to deep into Asian Anatolia, the tide of humanity not only ebbs and flows it grapples, struggles and despite the body blows of urban gentrification it survives and does so often with humility.
For a street photographer, and am not really comfortable with the rank but I am a photographer and the streets do provide my subjects, Istanbul is a feracious playground.
I had been asked to help run a workshop for some visiting street photographers and had set out to scout some new locations, the old Khans of Istanbul provide excellent settings, you only have to watch the movies Taken and James Bond to recognize the potential, the ancient Caravansaries once served as bed and board for traders, the horses tethered in stables around a courtyard and the traveling salesmen would relax on the upper levels with whatever the Ottomans used prior to cable television.
These days the Khans are shops and ad-hoc workshops and as I wandered the upper most level of one a man stepped out of low arched doorway, his face blackened from the grime of his blacksmith forge, with his hands on his hips his stare unnerving, there are times though when you really cannot turn down an opportunity, I stopped and asked if I can take his picture, he seemed bemused I would want to do that but accepted, I shot, thanked him and moved on, he made one parting tongue in cheek comment of being African, possibly only then realizing why I had been so interested to photograph him.
Now normally it is about now the story would end, not quite, arriving home I edited the image and pleased with the result uploaded to my Facebook page, an hour or so later checking the notifications I noticed a new follower who had commented in Turkish, the translation said, “hey that’s me in the photograph” and sure enough it was. I am still not sure exactly how he found the image so quickly and can only assume the diligent use of appropriate hash tags connected me to Murat in this teaming teapot of a city of 20 million, he was very happy with the picture and very soon shared with his family and friends, I am taking him a print although finding the same workshop in the labyrinth will be a challenge.
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John Wreford is a freelance photographer based in Istanbul, Turkey.
İstanbul
Yedi tepe filizlenir
Süt dolu göğüslerinden
Her biri birbirinden cilveli
Erguvanlar sarmalamış bedenini
Güneş terk ettiğinde yerini
Yıldız ve aşık Ay’a
Kadehler kalkar havaya
Galata Köprüsündeki
Rum Tavernasında
Seyrederken parlak altın suları.
Parmaklarından damlar
Şuh endamıyla Beyoğlu,
Sirkeci, Eminönü
Balık ekmek, lahmacun
Yanında Yeni Cami
On sekizliktir Karaköy’ün
Dik yolları.
Yayılır beyaz avuçlarından insanlar
Rumlar, Ermeniler, Leventler
Meyhaneler, fuhuşlar, pastaneler
Ara sokaklar
Keskin bıçak izi dolu,
Şehrin kalbi
Pıhtı kan yolu
İstiklal Markiz’de buluşur
Sait Faik, Salah Birsel
Ve gülümseyerek el sallar
Aşiyan’dan bir garip Orhan Veli
Gözbebeklerinde parlar adalar
Güvertesinde gençler
Yol boyu çalkalar
Martıların şaşkın kanatları altında
İster gönlün Çengelköy Çınaraltı’nda
Denize nazır ballı kahvaltı,
Kanlıca’nın meşhurdur
Pudra şekerli yoğurdu
Bir de bilenlerden sorulur
Ahu bakışlı çapkın kızları
Arnavutköy, Beykoz, hisar
Doğası da temizdir insanları da
Ve de canlı balıkları..
Bağdat caddesinde gezinir ayakların
Moda’da ise gün batımında kahve içilir
Ve kollarındaysa sevgilin
Kırmızı gülün yanında
Çingene kızlara fal baktırılır.
Dualarla anar dudakların
Süleymaniye, Sultanahmet, Yenicami’yi
Topkapı, Ayasofya, Yerebakan sarnıcı
Kokusuyla meşhur Kapalıçarşı
Genizde dolaşır Mısırçarşısı
Kadıköy, Üsküdar
Arasına sokulmuş Harem
Nazım’ın dizelerinde demlenir
Yorgun Haydarpaşa Garı
Ve heybetiyle Selimiye Kışlası
Anaların yüreği dağlar kapısında
Kol kanat gerer Dolmabahçe Sarayına
Karşıdan sessizce Kız Kulesi
Ve arkasında Kuleli Askeri Lisesi
Bitmez anlatmakla İstanbul
Bitse de boğazda bizim aşkımız.
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