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Very nice work, Bulent!

This evokes a number of almost oppositional feelings in me: sadness, yet an uplifting joy(!?) perhaps, or pleasure at a strange and unexpected beauty?  Hard to explain.  A dirt road along which pillows and blankets, seemingly in good condition, appear to have been discarded.  The road winds off into the distance where a grouping of buildings, homes perhaps, are seen.  The road appears to be littered with other trash.  The angle of view is down low, the key element an isolated, white brocaded pillow with a pink flower stitched into the center.  A dirt berm angles up on the left, and another is seen bordering the road on the right.  The pillows, blankets, berms and road lead the eye to the human habitation in the distance.  Why were these items discarded here?  Is someone coming back for them?  Where are we?  Something about the houses, the style of brocading on the pillows, suggests that this is...southeastern Europe?  The Balkans?  The so-called "Near East"?  Turkey?  Greece?  Bulgaria?  But these are the questions of an American observer who oddly wants to be here, to walk down that road, and see those houses and the people who live here and, perhaps, find out why these items have been discarded, or whether someone has placed them here for later use.   (Oh my....after posting this I noticed the tag "Ankara"...so there is my answer as to where this is.)

Thank you for your comments.

Steve,
I am really pleased to see that the photo itself posed the same questions to you. Most of the items were almost new and there was no clue around for a justifying explanation. They were all wet, like the weather, and the whole scene made me feel sorry as if some pain had been glued to the colorful belongings.

Obviously there is a story here.  Almost as if the pieces were suddenly discarded by refugees.  Pervasive sadness here.  The humble homes in the distance offer little comfort, and what little I see seems shut-eyed.

My first impression was also one of sadness. Here we see the remnants of a story we can only guess at. The distant homes speak of security and domesticity now left behind. For a still life, this is very eloquent.

Many thanks for your contributions...