I was trying to take a picture, crouched down on the sidewalk in front of a waterfront mosque in Uskudar. The picture was going to be an awful one, but it was blisteringly hot and I wasn’t at my most discerning. Wearing heavy denim and long sleeves in deference to the customs of the women in the area was most definitely an unpleasant experience, especially since I was surrounded by comfortably attired males.
As I was trying to figure out how to successfully compose this awful wasted effort and soon to be erased image, a boy brushed past me and thrust his fingers directly onto my new 50 mm lens. I looked up at him. He was antagonistic in a smart ass newly minted teenaged way–about thirteen years old–my son’s age. I didn’t get angry. He was interesting and calloused and rough around the edges. His mother was very young, shockingly so, and they were speaking in Arabic which, in Istanbul, is an indication that they are likely to be Syrian refugees. I followed behind, because I needed to catch the ferry back to Eminonu, and we boarded at the same time. He watched me, and I wasn’t sure what his state of mind was. Was he angry or resentful, looking at me with distrust because I look “English”?(a description commonly used to define fair skinned tourists). Was he curious….I wasn’t sure. It was also possible that he was not to be trusted, as children in this age group are very vulnerable and can become hardened, experienced pickpockets by this age. I’ve caught many little and not so little hands in my bag, hands ranging in age from five to thirteen years. I walked along the outer perimeter of the ferry to stand along the rail, because the breeze and the smell and feel of the ferry is at its best when you remain outside the large, cavernous and depressing interior passenger cabin. I was alone, and then I wasn’t. The boy with the wandering fingerprints was soon by my side, asking shyly for me to take his picture. We were alone, and for a minute or two I obliged him, and then showed him his images in the camera. I learned he was Syrian for sure through a one word inquiry and it was very apparent that having his photo taken was a solemn experience, and not to be taken for granted. It took courage for him to approach me, and as quickly as he appeared he left me, rounding the corner as he headed back into the cabin to sit with his mother. When we got off the ferry, he didn’t look at me again, and it was as if I had never had any contact with him.
Look, it’s Spring ! by Regina Via Flickr: I ran into this cute and fluffy fellow on a pasture near the place where I live when I enjoyed the lovely Spring weather during a walk over the fields. He is a newbie on this pasture which he shares with other donkeys and a herd of Scottish Highland cows. It’s a shame that I cut the tip of his ears off but he was very curious and came too close for my 50 mm lens. I couldn’t move much as I was lying under the electric fence. There isn’t much I won’t do for a good angle … :)
Dolphin Red Sea by merbert29 We spend a week diving in the Red sea, and had a chance to swim with this beautiful creatures. One of my favorite moments!
Unfortunately it is a little on the soft side. In hind side would have been better to put on my 50 mm lens.
Anyway, I still like this shot.
Hope you like it and thanks for looking.