It feels like the 'off season' to me at the moment. The sky is grey and the colours are too. My framer is working hard to make up some frames for some pictures heading to some competitions in London. It's the annual attempt to penetrate the world of the British watercolour elite, so far I've been unsuccessful.
The Bosphorus is still an illusive subject for me, an enchanting place whose main landmarks have been painted so often they feel worn out just to look at sometimes. But at the same time each time I cross it on the ferry I need to photograph it.
The city remains in traffic gridlock. The new metro will be a while coming, though the third bridge is swiftly progressing. The traffic just seems to get worse and one wonders if no end of tunnels and metros would merely dent the deluge of vehicles pouring into the city each day.
Roll on spring...