Ibrahimpasa, Turkey

It is clear that the usual rules do not apply here in Turkey, and I will need to leave my bag of tricks elsewhere. As I move deeper into the heart of this ancient landscape and culture, I am called to rethink my approach to what I do and go further into my own questioning. The past 12 days here in Turkey, first Istanbul and now Ibrahimpasa, a tiny traditional village moored in the vast Cappadoccian landscape of central Turkey, have saturated my senses, and I am humbled into submitting to its mysteries. all attempts to express and re-interpret the beauty around me are gilding the lily. So while I stare blankly at the white canvas, I will leave you with a few images to satisfy any curiosity about this world, but keep in mind that any photo I take is a mere shadow of the real thing.

Ancient church caved from the sandstone hills

Ibrahimpasa - dwellings carved for the sandstone hills