It wasn't snow on the horizon, but the surreal travertine terraces of Pamukkale— the cotton castle. As the sun began to set, the blinding white formations burned orange, and purple shadows lengthened across their surfaces.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment