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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!
art / appetite / adventure
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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2015
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March
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- from under the prayer flags
- wind and wings
- indigo thread
- pink among the green
- the great momo divide
- now, sit real still
- a wall in thamel
- the moments that change your life
- those familiar eyes
- fly away
- end fgm
- anatomy, art, and religion
- accents of blue marble
- the one who got away
- tide pools
- the sky turned pink
- bird feet
- the badalhoca
- laundry
- follow your nose
- a walk across the douro
- dinner and a doodle
- winter light
- the prettiest train station
- yellow and blue
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March
(25)
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
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2 comments:
What unbearable tragedy...I hope you are safe, my beautiful blog friend....
Thank you for your thoughts, Sheryl. I am safe, I am in Istanbul, and all the kids are safe. The school is damaged beyond repair, and they are in a desperate situation.
It is indeed unbearable.
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