Whispering Photos - Omer L. Furtun

The Last Guests of Our Ancestral Home

Before meeting with the craftsmen, I started walking around the house to take notes and inspect the structure. Just as I was about to step out after completing my notes, a sound caught my attention. I turned around and looked back into the house, and there it was—perched on the iron bars of the window right in front of me. I stood still for a moment

Dragonfly

I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. No birds whatsoever. The only things moving under the scorching sun are the damselflies. Even the moss covering the stones in the stream has turned yellow.

Stamps and Birds: The Osprey

Searching for all the stamps ever issued featuring a bird species might not be as thrilling as searching for the bird itself in the wild, but it is still a rewarding pursuit. Just as a bird photographer eagerly

The Painted Bird

If these passages alone are enough to infuriate a nature lover, the violence that Lekh inflicts when he longs for “Mad Ludmilla,” the wild woman of the forest, only adds to the horror. Bazen günler geçer, Ludmilla

Galileo

After wandering around the Riva meadows for a while, I went back to check on the ibises, hoping for better shots. Yavuz joined me. This time, we were luckier

Everything Reminds Me of You

Despite the ragged urban development surrounding it, Ankara's Mogan Lake and its surroundings continue to serve as a crucial stopover, feeding ground, and breeding site for birds, making it a popular destination for nature photographers.