Shadows of the Old Empire

Prizren stands in quiet grace, its stones and minarets echoing the spirit of another age. As I wandered through its winding streets, I felt the lingering touch of the Ottoman past, the Turkish influence woven into its walls, its sounds, its soul. In these photographs, I tried to capture that delicate tension between heritage and distance, between what feels ours and what feels borrowed by time.

June / 2025