In winter, Turkey turns inward. The coasts empty, the roads thin, and the country that remains is older, quieter, and less certain of being seen. This series follows a journey from the Aegean east along the Black Sea coast to the high plateau near the Georgian border, returning through Cappadocia - tracing not a route but a series of encounters with a place that contains more contradictions than it is usually given credit for: devotion and labor, ceremony and solitude, an immensity of landscape and the smallness of a conversation at a table.