garden 2006

I took this picture in Istanbul, Turkey on a street with a bunch of gardening stores.

I finally planted my vegetable garden and it looks beautiful. I was able to find some organic plants at Uncle Luke's in Rochester. Learning from last years lessons, chicken manure works like a charm. Granted the weather in Michigan was perfect for gardning last year, I have the give some credit to the chicken poop. A few years back deer ate almost all my plants. So, I use a mixture of rotten eggs to keep away deer and rabbits. Unfortunatley, I got some of this stuff on my hands and I don't know how to get rid of the smell. eek

Cherries, spice and berries

These are some of the pictures I took at the Bazaar District of Istanbul. The middle picture is from the famous Spice bazaar, near Eminönü. The 'Kiraz' cherries rivaled Traverse City Cherries.

Turkish cats under the fish bowl

Blue Mosque

Today, I went to the the Friday prayer at the Mosque here in Troy, Michigan. It was just a week ago I was sitting in a mosque in Istanbul and a younger guy was translating the sermon in broken English for me. Regardless of what happens before or after the actual prayer it feels good to know that every muslim in the world speaks the same exact arabic words when praying. No matter what country I am in I have a sense of belonging at the Mosque. Turkey's mosques are famous for their beautiful architecture. Although, the pleasure people get from praying is dependent on the strenght of their faith it is an added bonus to be standing in a beautiful mosque with even incredible acoustics. It is such a wonderful feeling to be in a muslim country and hear the call for prayer five times a day. No matter where I was or what I was doing, a mosque was never more than a 3 - 4 minute walk. The Blue Mosque is named after it's blue polished tiles.



This is the main entrance to the mosque













Click on the picture to enlarge it and you will see the beautiful caligraphy of the Quran on the walls




I prayed Asr (4th Prayer of the Day) in the first row at this mosque. Through those front windows you can see lots of trees and the water. It was an absolutely incredible view.

Aya Sofia

It is hard to compose a blog post about my trip to Turkey. I saw so many beautiful things that one post would limit the details of my adventures and some sights were so amazing that I might as well steer away from translating them into words. One of the most beautiful buildings I visited on my trip was Hagia Sophia (Turkish: Aya Sophia).




In 537 AD, this building was erected as a church and in 1453 it was converted into a mosque by Mehmet the Conqueror. Ataturk turned this mosque into a museum in 1935 and that is how it stands today.




As I walked in the enormous main doors it took my pupils a few seconds to dilate. As soon as I could see, I was awestruck by the beauty of the architecture. Many people refer to this as the eight wonder of the world. Inside I saw an interesting mix of Christian and Islamic art. In this picture on the ceiling there is a beautiful mosaic of Mary and Jesus and above and below the windows there is Islamic calligraphy of the names of Allah, Prophet Muhammad svt and the first four Caliphs.
At the main entrance they took my tripod so I had to ask around for people who were able to sneak theirs in. Flash is not allowed, so I am thankful to the German lady who let me borrow hers.




This is where the Imam stands when leading prayer, directed towards Ka'aba (Mecca, Saudi Arabia).



Prophet Muhammad (svt) in Arabic calligraphy




Abu Bakr (ra) was the first Muslim Caliph and the closest friend and companion to Prophet Muhammad (svt).




When the Aya Sofia was a Church this is where to Empress stood to attend the service. This balcony overlooks the whole church and is high above the main floor.





In the foreground you can see some of the domes of the Aya Sofia and the blue mosque is in the background. The Blue Mosque was built to outshine the Aya Sofia .....


Blue Mosque coming up in the next post


BAM

Back to the US

Photo: Detroit Airport

I landed at the Detroit Airport just yesterday afternoon. My name and date of birth matched that of some big terrorist but fortunately they noticed the mismatch and cleared me from US Customs within twenty minutes or so. Also, luckily my flight left Ataturk Airport yesterday instead of today, otherwise I would have been stuck at the airport due to the fire.
It was nice to be back in the US where everyone speaks my language. It was also nice to turn on my cell phone and listen to the nice messages from my lovely friends. I have developed my pictures and I will be putting them online very soon.

stay tuned.

Turkey

I wrote this post about what I did today and it got deleted.
So in a nutshell:

I prayed maghrib at a beautiful mosque
Walked the busy streets
People watched
Witnessed the biggest post football game celebration I have ever seen
and much more.
I can't wait for some of the more "touristy" things

Peace and love

fax me

Telephones and Electronic-mail has made us all so impatient. We want to convey our message and get a reply almost instantly. If I send an email and don't get a reply within two days I assume there is a problem. For this reason I like to slow it all down once in a while and sit down with a nice fountain pen and write a letter. Many of my friends living around the world would be able to tell you that I love doing this. Writing seems unusual but soothing now that we are so used to typing almost everything from letters to english papers. In my box 'o letters I have envelopes stamped from so many countries and even more US states.
Getting a faximine comes in a close second place after snail-mail letters. Who doesn't like a fax waiting for them in the fax machine tray. About seven years ago my father purchased a fax machine for our house and this is a copy of one of the first faxes we recieved.

Michigan State University

C'dale and graffiti under a bridge on campus

I am sorry for making the update fairy so mad but things have been a little busy around Michigan State Univ. It is finally time to move out of East Lansing but I had been reserving my emotions till the very end. Last Friday after my last exam I took a late night (3am) bike ride through the empty roads of EL and made sure to look at all the beautiful things. I biked through the houses past Grand River and dropped off the last book I will borrow from the MSU library. I still don't feel like I am done here but I think that feeling will hit hard when that time comes.
It is also crazy to finally move out of my apartment after being here for the last four years. It looks so barren and in the next hour or so I will be totally moved out.

I have made such good memories here

Do you see what I see?

Spring flowers

A bouquet of these flowers has been sitting on my bedside table for the last week. Every morning I smell them and they remind me that it is finally spring. I have fallen in love with these flowers as they start to wither away I thought I would preserve them in this picture and this text. After a little research I found the Greek mythology that the name Narcissus was derived from.

"It all flows from the famous Greek myth about Narcissus, the handsome youth who was granted his great good looks by the Gods. But as in most myths, there was a catch. His beauty was permanent and he was immortal, as long as he never viewed his own reflection. Once, while Narcissus was hunting in the woods, a nubile wood nymph named Echo saw him from her hiding place behind a tree. He was so handsome, she fell desperately in love, but Narcissus spurned her. She was so devastated by his rejection that she wept and wailed, and was ultimately consumed by her love. She pined so that soon all that was left of her was her voice. The prophecy of her name had come true. But the Gods were not pleased. The goddess, Nemesis, heard about poor Echo, and lured Narcissus to a shimmering lake. There in his vain state, he was unable to resist gazing at his own reflection, and fell in love with himself! As he gazed, the divine penalty took effect, and he simply faded away. In his place sprang up the golden flower that bears his name today. Now you know how Daffodils came to be, and also why psychologists warn vain patients about the 'Narcissus complex.' "


ALSO, the first few pages of the book The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho has a nice little twist to this story and it is on my post-final exam reading list.

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Bring on the sun

It is incredibly inconvenient that the sun comes out here in Michigan at this time of the year. Just when school picks up again for a final surge the flowers start blooming and the roads clear of the white fluffy. I start biking the longer routes and more people start smiling as we cross paths. So I apologize for not updating lately. Talking about bikes, my friend Kevin recently bought a beautiful Bianchi Pista of ebay. I was on the phone with him for most of the last hour of bidding. I have never bought anything from ebay but I had no idea it could be so exciting. There seems to be a lot of technique behind bidding. Some people don't visit the site of the listed item, so that the site meter doesn't run up and draw attention. While others pay for online services that bid for you in the last moments of the alloted bidding time. How ever you go about buying something that site, that moment of surprise and sense of accomplishment is worth the wait.

peace and love

mini canvas

Detroit, MI

Parking structure East Lansing, MI

Graffiti New York

Morill Hall East Lansing, MI


I was at an art gallery this past summer and I was listening to an artist talk about how she looks at paintings on a wall. She usually rushes up to the painting / drawing as close as possible and takes a very macroscopic view on what one part of the art piece looks like. After that she would step back slowly to see how it comes together as a whole.
There are a list of photoblogs that I visit pretty frequently to look for inspiration and also to have goals to work towards. It seems people enjoy macro photography because it is so oten that we just walk by things with out walking up to them. Especially, here at Michigan State Univ. we are surrounded by red brick buildings. It seemed appropriate to examine these mini canvases

Heidleberg

The Heidelber Project

"Graffiti is not vandalism but a beautiful crime"

PHOTO: A stencil I recently made


PHOTO: Light post in New York


PHOTO: Also New York

Thinking back about two summers ago I remember walking around campus late at night black converses and all and spray painting stencils at the most clever places. It was untill one day when I thought that what we did was more along the lines of vandalism than a "beautiful crime". Since then, I haven't thougth of cutting out a stencil, but just recently the idea got sparked up again.

Since then I have been able to look at street art in a different light since my last stencil adventures. Stencil graffiti is categorized under Street Art and according to some people places like Brazil are "problem areas" as far as graffiti is concerned. Of course, when done without the property owner's concent stenciling constitutes as vandalism but most graffiti is on abandoned building reguvinating an area long forgotten.

Book: Graffiti Brazil
-This book was sitting on my friends dresser and I couldn't put it down

Video: Radiohead + Graffiti = LOVE
-Via Libby



heidelberg project SAVED for next post.