The time for lemons

Next to the truck a boy is polishing lemons with a cloth. Then he puts them in a plastic bag. For his mother I suppose. A bit further on an elderly man bites into a lemon. Whether his face grimaces or not, I can’t see very well from a distance, but actually I don’t think so. These few lemons …

A landscape in use

I went walking in Cappadocia. I lived in the region for seven months, but never saw it like I did these last few days. That’s because Evelien – or Elif as the locals call her – showed me the way. She’s Dutch, lives in the small village of Ortahisar and organises walking tours. During the walks, the perspective …