I am sure you want…
http://www.bakerella.com/coraline-cookies/
This is so lovely and I am sure children will love to play with them,
These are again old photographs and really made me busy to work with them.
1) My Grandmother and me… I was a little girl and we had just come back from Germany…
2) She is on the left with a friend… Her youth years… and it is unbelievable a daisy field in Istanbul… Should be amazing, I can’t imagine myself…
3) In an authentic costume of Aegean region, 
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Today, at first time I tried to work with my old photographs that were taken more than ten years ago… It was classic manual camera and at that time, (not surprise of course) I was taking so many pictures, especially during holidays… Today I was busy with my archieve, with my old photograph boxes… Oh my God… I have already created a big mess in my room…. I try to chose some of them for scanning. I think it would be interesting and enjoyable, at first for me, and then I hope for you too.
Here are some of them for today… After scanning I played with them on photoshop. Not a perfect quality…
1) More than ten years ago, The Bosphorus… Much more green hills… I can’t believe….
2) I should take a new image’s of them soon… What the difference we can see better…
3)“Saka”
In 17th century, according to Evliya Çelebi’s Seyahatname (also known as Derviş Mehmed Zılli, 1611;1682) was the most famous Ottoman traveler, having journeyed throughout the territories of the Ottoman Empire and the neighbouring lands over a period of forty years) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evliya_%C3%87elebi#The_Seyahatname
there were 1400 horseman and 800 walker who were distributing water to the people in the city. They were called “Saka”.
Some of historical pictures of these Saka people,
On the Left, the dervish saka painted by N.De Nicolay, 1586 and on the right, Horseman saka painted by Van Mour, 1714
So, today we have these men, just for touristic places, especially in or around the Grand Bazaar, it is a kind of traditional show, sometimes instead of water they give lemonate (during summer) or boza (during winter) boza is a popular fermented beverage. And very old one that is known… fermented wheat.
This was a photograph that I was taken many years ago in front of one of the gates of the Grand Bazaar… It was a very hot summer day…
4) The end of the Bosphorus… it is opening to the Black Sea… I took this picture from the European side.
5) “Temple of Hadrian”
http://www.ephesus.us/ephesus/templeofhadrian.htm
Of course, without remembering her, I can’t end this post. She is one of my favorite writers, “Marguerite Yourcenar”, I read all his novels but this one, my best, ” Mémoires d’Hadrien ” which she had been writing with pauses for a decade. As I remember, she wrote this novel in 25 years. In this novel Yourcenar recreated the life and death of one of the great rulers of the ancient world, the Roman Emperor Hadrian, who writes a long letter to Marcus Aurelius, his successor and adoptive son. The Emperor meditates on his past, describing both his triumphs and his failures, his love for Antinous, and his philosophy. This novel has become a modern classic, a standard against which fictional recreations of Antiquity are measured.
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This is the last part of my entry for dear Jake’s Weekly Sunday Post,
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/05/26/sunday-post-door/
1) In The History
The earliest records are those represented in the paintings of the Egyptian tombs, in which they are shown as single or double doors, each in a single piece of wood. In Egypt, where the climate is intensely dry, there would be no fear of their warping, but in other countries it would be necessary to frame them, which according to Vitruvius was done with stiles (sea/si) and rails): the spaces enclosed being filled with panels (tympana) let into grooves made in the stiles and rails. The stiles were the vertical boards, one of which,tenoned or hinged, is known as the hanging stile, the other as the middle or meeting stile. The horizontal cross pieces are the top rail, bottom rail, and middle or intermediate rails. The most ancient doors were in timber, those made for King Solomon’s temple being in olive wood (I Kings vi. 31-35), which were carved and overlaid with gold. The doors dwelt upon in Homer would appear to have been cased in silver or brass. Besides Olive wood, elm, cedar, oak and cypress were used.
The oldest door in the world, Swiss Door from 5,000 years ago discovered by archaeologists.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/10/21/swiss-door-from-5000-year_n_771191.html
2) In dictionary…
door is a movable structure used to open and close off an entrance, typically consisting of a panel that swings on hinges or that slides or rotates inside a space.
When open, doors admit ventilation and light . The door is used to control the physical atmosphere within a space by enclosing the air drafts so that interiors may be more effectively heated or cooled. Doors are significant in preventing the spread of fire. They also act as a barrier to noise.
They are also used to screen areas of a building for aesthetics, keeping formal and utility areas separate. Doors also have an asthetics role in creating an impression of what lies beyond. Doors are often symbolically endowed with ritualpurposes, and the guarding or receiving of the keys to a door, or be, litaretures and the arts, often as a portent of change.
Another oldest door in England can be found Westminster and dates from 1050.In England in the 17th century the door panels were raised with bolection or projecting moldings, sometimes richly carved, round them; in the 18th century the moldings worked on the stiles and railswere carved with the egg and tongue ornament.
3) Famous doors in the world
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http://www.ishtartemple.org/IshtarGate.htm
Ishtar Gate
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Heron of Alexandria
Probably the most famous invention of Heron of Alexandria was his aeolipile, a steam engine that worked on exactly the same principle as the great machines of … of the industrial revolution and many modern electricity-generating turbines.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeolipile
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Imperial Door of the Hagia Sophia
Once plated in gold and used exclusively by the emperor, today these towering oak doors are covered with ornate bronze plates and used by tourists. Though looted and plundered and occasionally shaken by earthquakes these doors have stood since 537 CE. The mosaic above the door also serves as an inscription. “Peace be with you. I am the light of the world,” can be read plainly on the book Christ holds. A representation of the emperor bows before him.
http://www.3dmekanlar.com/en/hagia-sophia.html
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Entry to Coral Castle
One of the most interesting doors of modern time is the source of great mystery, as is the otherworldly castle behind it. The door is made of a single coral block weighing nine tons. It is 80 inches wide, 92 inches tall and 21 inches thick. Amazingly the balance is so perfect it pivots open with the light touch of a finger. Edward Leedskalnin, a Latvian immigrant, built Coral Castle as a tribute his ex-fiance Agnes Scuffs. Ed spent 28 years (1923-1951) working entirely alone by lantern light with no modern equipment. How he moved over 1,100 tons of coral rock blocks weighting many tons each remains a mystery. Coral Castle is located in Homestead, Florida.
the source:
http://www.qualifiedhardware.com/famous-doors.html
4) In Music
The Doors were an American rock band formed in 1965 in Los Angeles, California, with vocalist Jim Morrison, keyboardist Ray Manzarek, guitarist Robby Krieger and drummer John Densmore. The band took its name from Aldous Huxley‘s book The Doors of Perception, the title of which was a reference to a William Blake quotation: “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.” They were among the most controversial rock acts of the 1960s, due mostly to Morrison’s wild, poetic lyrics and charismatic but unpredictable stage persona. After Morrison’s death in 1971, the remaining members continued as a trio until finally disbanding in 1973.
They were signed to Elektra Records in 1966. The 1967 release of The Doors was the first in a series of top ten albums in the US, followed by Strange Days (1967), Waiting for the Sun (1968), The Soft Parade (1969), Morrison Hotel (1970), Absolutely Live (1970) and L.A. Woman (1971), with 19 Gold, 14 Platinum and 5 Multi-Platinum album awards in the United States alone.Although The Doors’ active career ended in 1973, their popularity has persisted. According to the RIAA, they have sold 32.5 million certified units in the US. The band has sold 100 million albums worldwide. Ray Manzarek and Robby Krieger continue to tour as Manzarek-Krieger, performing Doors songs exclusively. They were the first American band to accumulate eight consecutive gold LPs In 1993, The Doors were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IufLdGaYoho&feature=related
5) In philosophy
The Doors of Perception is a 1954 book by Aldous Huxley detailing his experiences when taking mescaline. The book takes the form of Huxley’s recollection of a mescaline trip that took place over the course of an afternoon, and takes its title from William Blake‘s poem The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. Huxley recalls the insights he experienced, which range from the “purely aesthetic” to “sacramental vision”.[1] He also incorporates later reflections on the experience and its meaning for art and religion.
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Chose a door and win a Ferrari or a goat!
http://www.philosophyexperiments.com/montyhall/Default.aspx
6) Language of doors
http://heirloomphilosophy.blogspot.com/2010/07/language-of-doors-part-i.html
http://heirloomphilosophy.blogspot.com/2010/07/language-of-doors-part-ii.html
7) In Poetry
FOUR QUARTETS
T.S. Eliot
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“Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.”
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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
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(To be continued)
p.s.: I love you all who read, who liked and who shared with me their thoughts… You are all so nice. Thank you for your nice encouragement and supportive words. Made me so excited.
This is from one of my books, I tried to translate. It can be found not very well translation. Sorry for this. Philosophical touches into the words of thoughts…
My entry for the Weekly Sunday Post created by dear Jake.
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/05/26/sunday-post-door/
“Life Doors”…. paradoxical thoughts… Opening to the both of them, life and death…
This photograph was taken by myself in the Aegean Coast, “Babakale”… more than ten years ago, from an old castle… There are some old and historical gravestones…
(Babakale sits on a cape that is exactly the westernmost point of mainland Asia, the Cape Baba (Baba Burnu), which lies on the 26° 03′ 50″ E, i.e. at about the same longitude with Helsinki and Bucharest.
Local story has it that the village was founded by prisoners who were pardoned in return for working at the construction of the citadel of the village, and later joined in by seamen, and their families.
Most of the travellers who make it to Babakale visit it as a day-trip on their route along the Troad coast. )”
1) Intersection
In the point of intersection with life and the world of the words and meanings, “door” is one of them I come across. Maybe because of the awareness of non-existent door as calling in the fairy tales, “Open Sesame!” .
(One day Ali Baba is at work collecting and cutting firewood in the forest, and he happens to overhear a group of forty thieves visiting their treasure store. The treasure is in a cave, the mouth of which is sealed by magic. It opens on the words “iftah ya simsim” (commonly written as “Open Sesame” in English), and seals itself on the words “Close, Simsim” (“Close Sesame”). When the thieves are gone, Ali Baba enters the cave himself, and takes some of the treasurehome. From the Adventure tale of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.)
But life, besides the unreal world of the fairy tales, is full of passages with doors… Even, it is sometimes what we hardly try to pass through the walls, not having any door…
Unfortunately, it is not easy to get through in the life doors as getting through from one room to another one…
As if there is a hidden agreement in front of each door…
Some of us hardly are dealing with the doors of the thoughts…
Some others with the castle doors…
And I am, trying to open doors to myself…
2) Into The Heart
There is not any agreement between us, between you and me. No obligation for us. But there is something unexplainable that brings us together (what makes me to walk towards you; and what makes you to travel with me) . It should be , because we both get far on this life voyage.
I know, none of agreements can drop impressively as dropping in my heart. Because I lived. On a paper you can delete everything, but what is written on heart, can’t be deleted. Ineffaceable.
I wrote believing myself; I believed by experienced. Dropped a charm of a word in my heart. And now, you are going forward into the invisibility of a door.
Ah! What am I saying… ?
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The soul can catch what eyes can’t see…
The eyes reach what a soul can’t touch…
But, in the labyrinth of mind , when eyes and soul can’t be solved everything what is humanily, standing as a pebble stone, in front of the waves at the beach…
There; just in that way, standing in front of the waves…
4) We Are Both!
I play with the words with the impulse of my pen.
I played; I broke my surroundness; I opened doors to myself…
If flesh and bones what bring me into existence, I can’t keep it forever… I will die at the end.
But if heart and soul what bring me into exsitence, I can fly as birds on the wings of the words…
In the charm of writing, actually it is also You what I write… I write to You. Just to You. I call You. I explain to You. While I am building with myself everything that I have , actually I write You too. I build You; I bring You into the point of the intersection that meets…
If You are here, between the lines, pages, know this, we are writing together.
Understand now, we are at the two edges of this pen…
5) Light In The Darkness…
I go forward slowly… For the light or my own darkness; for finding the meanings; for equip the life with inner richness; for meeting You…
But whatever I make, or how long I can go forward, all my endeavour will be to start again every each time. Because there was…, we were and we will be… In here, I can’t put something new about humanity…
I walk with difficulties… Because it is easy to see in the light… but in the darkness…
And I walk for the light of my own darkness…
I travel the roads again…
And You. I will be drowned into the light with You.
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Everything humanly , where stays in front of the waves as the pebble Stones, I don’t afraid. Because I am free…
In there; in front of the waves, just in that way, standing…
Stone waits for to be sculpted (too)….
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I sculpt myself.
I find a new “I” when I get through a door…
(To be continued…)
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