A Midnight Visit

By Bruno Cooke This evening I am nestled on a craggy hill, among outcroppings of limestone scattered like sprouting nettles. It is quite moonlike, but not so much as before. I have been climbing through surreal landscapes, past naked trees and whitish spotted boulders, among herds of rattling sheep and goats managed by herdsmen and … Continue reading A Midnight Visit


A cyclist finds contentment and ample sustenance atop the fairy-chimneys of Turkey. By Bruno Cooke THE BELL – HEADS of rock formation are so far from irksome it is euphoric, and otherworldly—sprouting like so many stone balloons out of green grass, sunning themselves in the calmness of late afternoon, housing birds whose songs, resonating in the … Continue reading Cappadocia