• Mind / Body,  Places

    fall into winter

    Light. Texture. Pattern. The way it plays out through the seasons. The way it morphs. I think I failed to properly acknowledge the transitioning from autumn to winter this year. A process that should not go unobserved, outwardly or inwardly. The way the warm soft golden green hues give way to blue grey tones and cycle once more back into the world, and, ultimately, into you. Wander into wonder. The mystery, is ever present. Spring approaches, and with it, a another shade of the same beauty. Revel in the shift.

  • Places

    gold green

    Yesterday I was daydreaming of Denmark. Today I’m noticing the last glorious stretch of summer days here in Istanbul. The sunlight filtered through slowly yellowing leaves washes everything in minty gold hue. Autumn creeps closer. But not too close.