Morning Minarets
I woke up one morning in Afyon, looked out the window of my hotel (the Grand Özer) and saw this: the quiet city enveloped in a bluish haze.
I was struck by the play of light and shadow and the contrast between the angled, more or less horizontal lines of the roofs and the vertical minarets—including that “industrial minaret” in the center distance.
It was a quiet, mystical moment, before the haze dispersed in the warm sun, before I went down to good hot tea, a Turkish breakfast, and the drive out to nearby Midas Şehri to photograph and describe the Phrygian ruins
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