Can you find me in this picture, standing next to my Turkish husband in Istanbul and taking a photo of a mirror gallery we found in Taksim? Sometimes my life feels like layers of glass backed by silver–a mirror to reflect life here in Turkey.
I’ve always loved taking photos through glass and into mirrors. Here is a shot of me taking my own portrait in a gilded mirror at the Greenpark Hotel on Kar Tepe mountain in Kocaeli.
Sometimes glass is so clear that you can barely see it. The treasures it protects appear to be close, as if you could reach out and touch them with your hand. But they are shielded from us, like a dream, a faint desire, an absent child. I took this photo of my favorite wedding shop in Izmit, Kocaeli where I have lived for two years.
Glass works two ways (unlike a mirror), and sometimes people look back at us through it, as in this gown shop in Izmit where the customers inside wonder what I am doing outside with my camera. How is your life like glass or a mirror? What do you see–or reflect? Do you capture images in pictures or in words?