Patterns, patterns, patterns

Baklavas, directly from Istanbul

Baklavas, directly from Istanbul

I love patterns; I love the magic contained within them, I love that the repetition of a module brings out more than just the sum of those modules.

Opening this box of baklava, freshly arrived and directly brought to me from Istanbul, Turkey, I enjoyed not only the visual repetition of the module; I actually felt, in advance, the pleasure of making each module slowly disappear.

Indeed, the did disappear. And were delicious, and different from the ones available in town (which are delicious, too).

Just so you know: these came from here; 24 hours later, they were being photographed, all the way accross the world, in another latitude. Some days later, gone. Oh, but so enjoyed!