TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
All the blood lying on the floor and i sense the crowd expecting something more.
Narrative drawing to a close…
Still remain the things you couldn’t kill, I can see it still.
Blinding light illuminates the scene
Try to fill the spaces in between
Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your life. And do it again the next week.
-So fake it?
I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don’t do it.
You know what happened this morning?
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sun, and listening to the waves,
for a second, everything was just like it used to be.
And….. then I blinked.
The older I get, the more I realized that age doesn’t bring wisdom. It only brings ***wearity*** I’m not anyhow smarter than I was before, I’ve just grown too tired to joggle the lies and hide the fears. Self-awareness doesn’t reveal my indiscretions. It just exhaustioned us.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Bob: Umm. One time when I was a little boy, I was playing with my slingshot and I saw this Jaybird. I don’t know why but I shot him. I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know why I shot at him, but I felt so bad, I started praying to God that he would come back. And all of a sudden the Jaybird woke up. He just flew away.
Katie: God saved him?
Bob: Yeah…. I think so.
Sometimes when he was in the city he would sleep in a bay and wake in the night and go out and look at the stars and there were so many, and he knew they were there before him, and they would be there after him. That was sort of awful and sort of wonderful.
Sometimes when he was running, the wind would blow around him and flap his pants and he would grieve for something that was lost, like that French or Room 7. Sometimes he would look at the sky in the spring and see a bird, and it might make him happy, but just as often it felt like something inside him was getting small and ready to break.
It’s bad to feel like that, he would think, and if I do, I shouldn’t be watching no birds. But sometimes he would look up at the sky anyway.
Still so much work to do, so much dreams to fulfill for FUSEE, new killer projects biting all over.
Keep on running, workouts and diets, become a fitness freak.
After 3 years, finally my new short film is on it’s way, kind of excited to go back on set.
Bla, bla, bla…
Last sunday i was hunting photos in istiklal with Salih Kucukaga and we crashed into the set of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy . It was like a time machine back to 1950s. Some of the photos i took of supporting cast…
After a long time, preparing for new challanges. Competitions always give me life juice so i’m going to squeeze some in Spain in february. But till that time as the commander said: “go ahead and play dead” (photos taken by Mustafa KURAL)
One night you’ll wake up and you’ll discover it never happened. It’s all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn’t happen. And it never will because you were never going to do it anyway. Were U?
On tuesday Salih Kucukaga (creator of many brand id’s like Diana, P liquid and more, senior editor of TheDieline.com ) visited Fusee, we talked about past and future of creatives while watching sunset in bosphorus . (photo taken by Salih Kucukaga)
Last week we had covered more than 1000 km’s all around Istanbul. We made it through clubs, concerts, football games, … , known and unknown places, even forgotten villages…
We were more than 30 people, kids and grown ups of the family all together, last friday. Some of the shots i took while walking around the picnic area.
We were shooting time-lapse of bosphorus under wicked sun during all afternoon. I’m crazy for the colors of that 15mm 2.8 fisheye
What is it that you want, Buddy?
The pleasure of your company.
I want your input on video rentals.
I stand there for hours, and I can’t pick anything out.
I want someone to say good night to,
a last call of the day.
I don’t have a last call of the day.
Snowing in Istanbul, get bored in the office, just go out and take some shoots of Fatih to kill time….