Welcome to our visual blog for the BUPS/BIS 2009 8th grade Ephesus trip. These photographs, captions and "unphotographs" represent a joint venture in English and art class capturing the experience of the students' final middle school trip at BUPS/BIS. Many still remember and speak fondly of the games at Patalya in 6th grade and the adventures in Cappadocia last year in 7th. This year's experience held the same kind of wonder and memories, all the more poignant since in just a little time they will graduate from the 8th grade. The students have chosen their best landscape, portrait and detail photograph, writing a concise and descriptive caption for one. Using Michael David Murphy's "Unphotographable" as an inspiration, the students also wrought an image in words when its meaning went beyond the pixel.

Even though they will be in the same building next year and have many of the same teachers, high school is a different world. Every assignment and class trip of middle school has been constructed to help the students succeed in this new realm. But, as you will see from the photos of Ephesus and its surrounding areas and as the students realized, the past is never far away, and it's always the foundation for the future.
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This photograph was taken in Ephesus, the Virgin Mary's house. People from all over the world come here and make wishes by tying tissues and pieces of clothing on the wall. The result is a colorful wall full of peoples' hopes.


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This is a picture I did not take when the teachers gave us one hour of free time in Ephesus, Selcuk and, me, Melisa T., Melisa B., Naz, Ege and Vitaly decided to climb on the ancient rocks. While leaping from one to another, we suddenly saw a colossal rock, which was almost three meters long. It seemed so fun that we resolved to climb on it, but since it was too high we were very frightened, so Ege pulled us up one by one like we were feathers. Naz was on top of the rock almost in a second without even holding onto something.
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