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Nour's Photography

A space to see. With open eyes and a camera...

India waiting

indigo skies

tea trees

sand seeds 

living balconies 

afloat with flower bouquets

at the bus stop

nostalgic views

of a time that does not sit,

is still

(Kerala, India, 2025)

all pictures © esther nour

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Green ways of change

Immersed patiently in patterns of thoughts. Confronting little incongruencies of the everyday. Asking (ourselves?) the big questions and then waiting for answer(s), we summon the routine like it would be everything. Noisy heads, empty minds.

How volatile are the lives we live and how quickly they can profoundly change?

And, do we really want them to change? 

 

Change might not happen overnight and at  the moment we wish to. We have steps to take, path to walk, waves to overcome, and sometimes we are forced to look outside our windows, into the world, to be in the position to acknowledge the opportunities we already have.

Istanbul street and green wall
woman visiting a museum looking outside a window
Light lamp
farmer in the field
Tra terra e terra...

It is easier said then done. Travelling sometimes it feels like erasing places from a long list of dreams, but after coming back we can barely reconcile what we have experienced.

Nevertheless, there are a few places leaving a deeper imprint and still hanging vividly in memory. 

I am surely not a good driver, however I reached the most memorable places during road trips... I feel intrepid when I first get into a car headed to one of the dreamy locations of my imagination. Far away from the last buildings of the city, the journey extends itself on a single road. I look into the rearview mirror and a long straight line disperses into the horizon on my back.

What it had gone by, is not reappearing. Sometimes the road it is in bright light, almost blinding, other times I am driving at sunset's light, a gentle embrace into the darkness, a softness of a day coming to an end. Fading into the darkness. The car lights illuminating only in front of me and behind just the blackest of the night. 

No music to distract me, just the nothing in my mind. Hands tight firmly on the wheel. Sometimes, I wonder how it would be if all I have would fit into this car I am driving? A sense of lightness and freedom? Or it would be too of a spartan life?

From left to right.

i. Morocco, 2018. A road trip heading to the Atlas mountain was an immense rural field scattered with sheeps and shepherds.

ii. Alleppey, Kerala. India, 2025. Lush lush green and the clearest of the skies.

iii. Göreme, Cappadocia. Turkey, 2025. Oceanic beauty from a time that has left.

iv. County of Kerry. Ireland 2026. The wind in the air and a surprise sheep son the field near the coastline

Sheeps on farmer's land
Palm tree
Image of Göreme at sunrise
Sheep in Ireland
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