senses

Still processing my thoughts about Turkey. With so many images and so many thoughts I think my wires are getting crossed.
Then this morning I was messing around on my machine and downloaded some live Sigur Ros. For any who don't know, Sigur Ros is a band from Iceland, a place that has become very familiar and equally mysterious to me because of my sister's recent love affair with that country and its people. I've described their sound to some as an "Icelandic wall of sound", which is simple but somewhat accurate. Delicate strings and keyboards swirling and building with drums and guitars, wrapped around the falsetto-like voice of a man singing in a made up language. Talk about a party. Today I came across this song:

http://download.sigur-ros.co.uk/sigur_ros-untitled1-live.mp3
(copy and paste this in a new window and turn it up)

Sometimes my brain gets amazingly crowded and has a tendency to shut down which is what I've been feeling lately. I spent 11 days in Turkey and I can't seem to answer anyone's questions about it. That's frustrating. When I told someone very important to me what I was going through she put it in very simple terms; my information comes through my senses. No, I can't tell you the political climate of Turkey, but I sure as hell can tell you what it feels like to float belly up in the Mediterranean or stand two feet away from a speeding commuter train packed with its Turkish cargo. Thanks for that, Wolfie. Then this morning when I heard this song everything seemed to slow down in my head and for the first time I thought about a picture from the trip that didn't have a time or place imprinted on it. It's just a picture of beauty. That felt really good.

turkey

Fresh back from Turkey with 747 picture to sift through and plenty of new perspectives in my brain. After two weeks of non-stop travel and firing synapses, I feel a hell of a lot like this little Turkish girl; beautiful and worn out. It's a fabulous world out there. Here too.