Istanbul #447

I had another dream about Istanbul and going swimming.

Its not really a recurring dream but I do keep dreaming about a warm place where there are a lot of people who are not necessarily my race and dont necessarily speak my language but there isnt ever any kind of distress about that. Maybe thats the magic of dreams that your brain manufactures certain conveniences in this case the language barrier because the rest of the content of the dream is more important.

Ive had these dreams a few times in the past, its always very near water. I think I associate Istanbul with water, and sunsets, the colors Brown, Black, Pink, Gold & Dark-Green, these colors are reflected on the surface of the water, in warm evenings of post workday swims off well warn concrete or stone steps that you know have been used by hundreds of generations. Older portly gentlemen with grey hair dip in an out of water in dignifying and therapeutic traditional exercises.

The smell of turkish cigarettes, and the smoke from food stands marks the air with a sense of wonder and an added layer of dimensionality. Pomegranates, dates, cheese, fortified butter, and other foods I dont eat regularly are around me.

Is this a dream about comfort, security and the feeling of actually having some control over your life?

My Inspiration from Others

Untitled by Jamie Fyson Howard
Untitled, a photo by Jamie Fyson Howard on Flickr.

Im fascinated with youth and I got that from a combination of living in USA where everything is based around the unhealthy obsession of youth and the preservation of it at seemingly any social cost. The age from about 17 to about 30 are interesting times for me to document, because it was a time of great stress and confusion for me and when I look back on it now, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see how others confront their identities and try to fit in to a scene or niche in order to survive the perceived social balance that you think you need to adhere to in order to be accepted.

This particular image attracts me primarily because of the striking nature of light, and then the unveiling of an intricate social anomaly being revealed behind the wall of smoke. This wonderful non verbal communication/interaction which involves the photographer who in turn passes that on to you the viewer and ultimately you are part of the process of non verbal interactivity communication.