Hagia Triada

A monument to neglect

This is a special post to wish my friend Ergun, and my wife Jan happy birthday, their birthdays are one day apart. When I took these photographs of Hagia Triada, Ergun or Jan, or both were with me. Happy birthday Ergun, happy birthday Jan.

We have been visiting Ayvalik, a nice little town on the Aegean coast of Turkey, for quite a few years. The town has many old and interesting buildings from old houses to old churches and many others in between. One building that is near where we stay is an old, dilapidated church, Hagia Triada (Holy Trinity). Unlike many buildings in Ayvalik, houses and churches alike, which are built almost entirely using stone, Hagia Triada structure uses a good amount of wood, including on its columns. If I remember correctly, the local name for the church is Tahtali Kilise, meaning Woody Church or something to that effect. The framing of the structure, at least the second level construction, as well as the columns and arches are made of wood. From an article I found on the wooden churches in Ayvalik, I learned that the core of the columns are cypress tree trunks about 8″ in diameter with additional wood lattice and plaster around them. (See article for more.)

As you approach the 19th century building it is impossible to avoid a feeling of imminent collapse of the whole structure. The wood frame of the second floor with fallen stucco or plaster cover mostly gone makes the interior visible through the cracks. A few semicircular steps in the front lead to a portico. The wall under the portico with three doors is covered with graffiti and the doors are falling apart. Braving the danger of the collapse one can (at that time I took some of the photographs could) wonder inside to take a close look and a few more steps there lead to the main floor. Space is sizable and the roof, supported by columns has a huge hole in the center. The rest can fall anytime. Some of the decorations on the ceiling and on the columns are discernible and they give a sense of what it might have been like in its good days. Lately, the doors are locked for safety concerns and one can only look through the windows. Apparently it was used a storage facility by the local State Monopoly Administration (Tekel Idaresi). Their name is on the no trespassing signs warning the would be visitors entering the building is dangerous. Dangerous, it is!

I am not an art historian and have no idea about the significance of Hagia Triada Church in Ayvalik. It may or may not be a significant structure from historic, architectural, or artistic perspectives. It must, however, have local significance as it once was a part, perhaps a significant part of this town. It stands mainly, at least for me, as a monument to lack of ownership of local history and general neglect of the past and the old. Buildings like Hagia Triada could have been kept up and their lives could have been extended for future generations to enjoy them and the history they represent. For various religious and cultural reasons this building was left to die a slow death. I have seen other examples of this ignorance of local heritage in other places I visited in Turkey as well. Hagia Triada is the symbol of this neglect in Ayvalik. I photographed a whole neighborhood in Adana with its old houses left to a similar slow death. It is not about one building or two, or even ten that are important, the main point is the general neglect of the past.

So again, Happy Birthday Ergun and Jan.

Junk Yard Photographs, 2

The gleaming chrome was still impressive The junk yard I visited was indeed very large. For two hours I moved from one spot to another without lingering at any one place too long. Part of the reason for the haste was the threat of rain, indeed it occasionally sprinkled. Among the very large number of vehicles, and a large number of photographs I took, I have picked several because they captured my eye and imagination. The GM car with its stacked headlights (probably a Pontiac) was the summary of that era styling. There was a white Thunderbird with highly designed lines and a Gremlin was perched on top of a container commensurate with its name. Below that was a blue VW bug which has changed very little over the years. Some car bodies were totally rusted, even the grass around them looked rusty.

There were a couple of Cadillac bodies, a red one and a blue one. The fins stood out as the dramatic reminders of that era, I guess 1960s. Tucked behind a row of newer cars was a green Chrysler that still had a strong presence. I remembered riding on similar cars serving as dolmuş (jitney) in Istanbul many times. On the way out, we were allowed to enter a fenced in area where there were a couple of more Cadillac’s and a red Dodge truck. Having photographed the two Caddies before, I did not focus much on the black one there. I believe it was a 1959 or 1960 with very high fins that had two tail-lights on either side of the fin making it look like a spaceship. The red Dodge had a lot of character and I photographed it from different angles.

Afterwards, we thanked the proprietor of the junk yard who allowed me to take one photograph of him given that I was not from the FBI or the CIA. I assured him that I was neither. He grinned, I photographed, we left.

Junk Yard Photographs, 1

This was meant for me I think, although mine was never bad!After the obvious subsides that they are all junk and in various stages of destruction , the junk yard starts to reveal many photographic possibilities. The main elements at work here are the original color of the part, or whatever is left of it, the forces of nature, and the passage of time. So, most of the photographs in this collection are titled “Color, nature, time” with the exception of a couple where I was experimenting with the effect of motion, my moving the camera during the relatively long exposure. They have the added element of motion.

Photographing these patterns, created more or less randomly by similarly randomly occurring forces, can occupy one for a long time. There is so much to show, so much to choose from one feels like a kid in a candy shop. In the end, photography is about selections and choices and we all make our choices and take the pictures. As you will notice, several sets of photographs are from the same junk pile with different framing for different results. And in one group you will see a couple of photographs that are blurred, on purpose of course. I started by moving the camera from side to side on a rhythm and at some random point I tripped the shutter while maintaining the movement tempo. By the way, all the photographs in the junk yard series are hand-held exposures, no tripod.

Here are the photographs in the “Color, nature, time” series.

Visit to a Junk Yard

I Piled higher and deeper (PhD) have been after a visit to a junk yard, where cars are piled and scavenged for parts. A while ago Jude told me that he found a junk yard where they would allow people to go in and take photographs. Apparently many such yards do not allow anyone in for liability concerns. Yesterday we took off for the junk yard up in northern Rhode Island. When we arrived I was looking for some signs of junk and cars but we were in a residential neighborhood and there was no hint of a junk yard from the street. But as Jude drove up the driveway I started seeing cars in ill repair, although it is probably improper to call them “in ill-repair”. They were beyond repair and were there simply for parts and possibly scrap metal. We proceeded to the office and paid for admission, very reasonable I might add.

As we stepped out from the other side of the office which is their chop shop, a huge vista of junk cars appeared for as long as I could see. Near the office and the chop shop were a long row of trailer containers used for storage. Each had shelves built-in, storing countless number of parts for many different make and model cars. Each carried a tag and most, maybe all had some numbers written directly on the parts. A small forklift truck was carrying parts to these storage bins like a bee going after the pollen, darting in this container, then the next, …

We strolled around for about two hours and photographed whatever struck our fancy. Although all the vehicles there were broken in one way or another, some made me think of the driver and the passengers in them as the vehicle was contorted into a strange form most likely after an accident. Later I saw their flat-bed towing vehicle with a sign on the side confirmed my suspicion: “Last Call After Alcohol“. Sad!

In this post I will show you photographs that establish the lay of the land and give you an idea about the scope of the place. In all likelihood we will make another trip there one day as the potential is great. The weather yesterday was heavily overcast with gray skies, it even sprinkled on occasion but not enough to prevent us from taking photographs. Stay tuned for other photographs; but now, here is the junk yard we visited.

Spring – Summer 2011

Last Crocosmia in the front spring and summer was a bit hectic for me with two cataract and one sinus operations and continuous problems with asthma which still persists. However, both Jan and I (more Jan than I really) managed to enjoy the yard. I stayed indoors with air-conditioning when the weather was hot or humid, often both. This summer was hotter and more humid than previous years and both conditions lasted much longer than usual. Then came Hurricane Irene, and another kind of problems emerged.

The garden fared generally quite well. Jan took care of the maintenance, planting some new flowers in pots, even vegetables. Crocosmia Lucifer, both in the front and the back returned very lush this year attracting bees and hummingbirds. Liatris graced the front with its tall stems, and Coreopsis dazzled with its yellow blankets in the front yard. The Siberian Iris in the back was quite showy with its elegant blossoms and graceful foliage. And next to one bunch of irises was the over-grown, lush Hosta.

Jan and I wanted to share our garden with you with the photographs we took over the spring-summer 2011. Here they are, starting with Jan’s collection:

And these are mine: