The little tiger


The sweater. Look at the sweater. Got it?

Well, we are still in our lazy phase in terms of blogging, but a new roll is being developed so fresh material is soon to arrive. Until then, I’d like to present you the last of the pre-selected photos.

Ankara and a Sunday somewhere in November 2015 (yes, it is the same photo walk). I’ve never been a fan of photo walks, nor workshops. It always felt a little like tourist groups: you move around with a bunch of people but it feels like you are in a hermetically sealed sphere. Sure you can take photos just like tourists can also see monuments, but it feels like your creative freedom is restricted, or just being choked by the fact that you are not on your own. My reluctance, however, had to be addressed at some point, and joining the university’s photography club for a photo walk seemed like the best way doing it.

So, Ankara castle district. Unlike European castles and their surroundings (eg. Budapest or Prague), the Ankara castle district is incredibly poor. It is astonishing to see a properly set touristy alley leading to a rather rickety castle being surrounded by one of the poorest neighborhood in the Turkish capital. Some of the Turkish guys warn us not to go there on our own. Well, our presence indeed seems to be triggering street urchins to surround us and follow through the maze of the area. My attention is drawn to a little boy, holding his green ball, staring at the older kids kicking another ball around. I’d like to have my 35-70 mm now, but I just cannot let the moment pass, so I stick with the tele lens. The distance is so little between me, the kid and the wall that it does not give me enough space to exclude a motorcycle parking right next to him. Hoping the orange does not steal the attention from the green-black, shiny ball, I click once. His eyes -and his deep focus- saves the composition at the end.

The little tiger never actually realized that I took a photo of him.



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