This ridge actually is striated with delicate brown and cream laced stone webbing like an amazing confectionary - I just captured the shapes in morning light.

A moss-covered eddy in the stream, running through six or so lakes which terrace down below the ridges

I lost my yellow pencil, so did a couple using red for the lit zones a little fire-y

We hiked over a crest into a hidden upper valley with this lake and ridge. So completely silent.

We hiked around maybe 270 degrees of viewing this peak, and it changed form at every angle. It’s kind of a sentinel for the whole valley.

This image was made on our way downhill; I’d spied it on the ascent and promised myself a chance to record it. To my imagination there’s a giant elephant’s head with trunk curling along the water’s edge.

This was our campsite view, home base full or reflections

This gateway was added to the cathedral during its conversion to a mosque. These sheltering Ottoman roofs capture my imagination.

A gateway between the harbor and spice market alleys.

I drew this iconic edifice on two days, with real difficulty and deepest inspiration. The domes and arches swirl in brooding majesty.

We visited here on our 1st day, and learned the customs of prayer, including holy footware removal

This mosque is across from our hotel; a quiet ancient structure.

Our hotel peers across this grass covered roofscape of a turkish bath, derelict and awaiting restoration

A gorgeous domed church built perhaps to practice forms for its younger and much larger sister.

An old church, now Mosque, where a little boy raced around the perimeter while his father prayed. He inspected my drawing several times as it progressed.