The shadow of the Ottomans is still visible in many clothing styles worn throughout Turkey today. Although I haven’t seen Ottoman-style leather slippers like this worn by anybody I know in Ankara, presumably somebody wears them if they are on sale at the shop in the Ulus neighborhood where I took this picture. Then again, these could be just for tourists. That doesn’t mean that old-fashioned Ottoman dress isn’t still alive and well in many parts of the country. Shalwar pants like those worn as far east as Afghanistan are still in fashion for men and women in southeast Anatolia, starting in Tarsus.
Whenever I visit the incredible coastal stretches that bring Turkey’s mainland together with the Mediterranean, the Aegean, or the Black Sea in the north, I come away with one overriding impression: a soaring rocky mountain range over clear blue sea is a thing of beauty. This picture was taken off the deck of a small sailboat in the waters near Fethiye. I decided to go for a textured treatment to add a sense of history and culture – thanks to Flickr user Skeletalmess for the textures.
Something a little bit different – we’re in America for a couple of months here, and I just had the chance to take some pictures out at this half-abandoned train yard in West Virginia. I’ll be working on some more pictures here to post up in a gallery on http://www.joshwentzphotography.com.
The handcraft traditions of Anatolia are many and varied. Here in Ankara, a copper tray, a carved wooden shutter, and old floral embroidery share the stage with tribal Turkmen carpets and late Ottoman upholstery.
Canon EOS Rebel XTi, ISO-200, f/8, 1/100 sec. Thanks to Shadowhouse for the overlaid textures.
This is one of my favorite sights to see in Turkey. Driving along the Mediterranean coast, your car passes tomato-growing greenhouses before arriving at the tiny village of Patara. On the other side of the village, grassy fields and hills emerge, broken only by a few pillars, cows, and the odd amphitheater. Driving up the dirt path towards the ruins, my wife was stopped by an older village woman in the traditional headscarf. Julie rolled down her window. “Have you seen my goat?” asked the woman. “I lost him right around here.”
Continuing on a few hundred meters down the road brings a sandy parking lot into sight. Walk towards the sand and you will discover a 20-kilometer stretch of white sand that is also a nesting site for – what else – loggerhead sea turtles.
Canon EOS Rebel XTi, ISO-200, f/22, 1/20 sec.