Lycian rock tombs, Kaleköy, Üçağız (Teimiussa), Antalya Province, Turkey

Kaleköy, Turkey

Kaleköy (literally “Castle’s village” in Turkish; ancient Lycian: Simena), is a village of the Demre district in the Antalya Province of Turkey, located between Kaş and Kale, on the Mediterranean coast. Kaleköy faces the island of Kekova, and can be reached by sea or on foot from Üçağız.

The village lies amidst a Lycian necropolis, which is partially sunken underwater. Kaleköy is overlooked by a Byzantine castle, built in the Middle Ages to fight the pirates which nested in Kekova.

Surrounding the village are ancient Lycian rock tombs scattered beneath centuries-old olive trees, and the whole island is soaked in a fairytale-like atmosphere.

February, 2012. Hasselblad 500c/m.

YMCA and military bunkers, Fort Barry, Golden Gate National Recreation Area, Sausalito, California, United States


Living in a wasteland filled with relics from the past, encroached by nature, and supported by a vague dream of what’s to come.


When does an empty space turn into that thing called Home?

I once moved into a house I had never seen and did not intend to inhabit very long. Without realizing it, that place became home. It happened so suddenly, and when Home comes- things begin to change. No longer is the space around you simply the space in which you live. The space in which you live becomes loved. It becomes part of you. You care for it as Self; You come to know it, and you accept it faults along with its praises. The chipping paint and cracked floors give voice to memories, and the clock lives at 5:39 forever.

Then came the time when I had to leave that place I called Home. When I left that space and moved my belongings to another location, did Home follow me? Or do pieces of Home stay behind? Perhaps home is less of a stationary object or place, but rather something closer to an idea; an ever-changing cloud of objects, people, ideas, and routines that circle in and out of our daily life.