OK, I am putting you out of your misery. Thanks all for the difficult task you have given me! The photos all have their merits in the way they impacted on my taste buds and my memories. I have already given a narrative for each of the photographs so I won't go into any more detail. It was soooooooo close. One pipped all the others by the thinnest "fag paper" (a Rizla Paper for those who wonder what the hell a fag paper is)
In the end, the out of kilter shot.....like a jolt coffee gives to your senses; the stare of the coffee maker as intense as the coffee he was brewing, the warm glow of the charcoal fire. They all made me think of the time I spent in Istanbul with the ever fragrant Mrs T and our friends. The morning call of the Imam floating through our hotel window; at once exotic and comforting.....not disconcerting nor disturbing..... exhorting his flock to come pray "Prayer is better than sleep" he intones. I would add "But, after prayer.....a fine demitasse of Turkish coffee to get you going"!
Well done Serhan!
Thank you all for your fine interpretations.