I am uncertain. I try to be certain, but it is hard to be certain in an unfamiliar place. I don’t have the perspective to place everything in the scene, to see intended meaning. I remember Istanbul, but it is changing so rapidly, what I remember probably won’t matter, what I do remember will shift.
And what I photographed will shift. It will exist in a different part of the city, or it won’t exist for a year before returning. Or it will stay in the same spot every day. Maybe it will be torn down every night and reconstructed somewhere else. I could find my way using these images, but every time the route would be different.