must go back to my darkroom.
Darkroom Archive
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W.B. YEATS
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From the darkroom, my favorite photograph of my dear friend, Şahika. Had to be accompanied by this poem of Yeats, which is also one of my favorites…
Canım arkadaşım Şahika, bugün olduğu gibi hep çok mutlu ol…
Birkaç sene önce Galata Kulesi’nde çektiğim bu fotoğraf, karanlık odamı daha sık kullandığım günlerden… En yakın arkadaşım, Şahika’nın çok sevdiğim bu fotoğrafını paylaşmak için en doğru gün bugün, onun nikah günü…
Güzel arkadaşım, yüzün hep gülsün !