Reminds me of Orhan Pamuk novels. The melancholy that is so typical to Istanbul winters, the feeling of isolation and loneliness I associate with far eastern corners of Turkey, although I’ve never been.
Trying to identify the places in the pictures of Istanbul, I know this place, I know how this snowstorm bites in the winter..Makes me want to do more with my life. Ask for more out of life. As if I never have..