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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
Please ask for my permission before using anything contained within this blog. Thank you!
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Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
The Archive
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July
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- a small feast
- things to buy in gaziantep
- landscape
- başar's mum is a great cook
- in search of snowcocks
- light in the canyon
- nomad
- roadside attractions
- yoghurt and sour plums
- wood and stone
- the way to akseki
- çatalhöyük
- mevlâna
- architectural beauties and an odd experience
- a peek at konya
- donkeys and dung
- salt
- the museum of anatolian civilizations
- oh my goddess!
- here, in the capitol
- scenes from the beginning
- a hard decision
- sketching the eski cami
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
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2 comments:
My mother-in-law was from Konya: she was Armenian. When she returned as an elderly woman she was told "there were never any Armenians here." It makes me happy though to see these pictures of her city.
I am so glad the Konya posts make you happy, and that you can see images of your mother-in-law's city.
I have been mulling over the experience we had in Eastern Turkey in regards to the Armenian population for two weeks now. There is virtually no mention that there ever existed a population, except in an archaeological museum which had a 'creative' retelling of history.
We saw the ruins of Armenian churches in several places (obvious because of the architectural style and Armenian script), but never, ever, was there any acknowledgement of whom these buildings belonged to. Ruins were explained as being "Urartian" or "Pontic", but never was the word Armenian used. Though the carpet salesman in Konya boasted a collection of antique Armenian doors and carpentry, telling us that "they were good at making things."
I was profoundly saddened.
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