In hot July month, on a cliff, one photographer and I are standing in front of a waterfall grumbling from the high mountain, either raging or shining like a diamond, and scattering cool particles around. We are fascinated in front of abundant waters, frozen in silence, as if we have agreed to be dumb beforehand. Hard and bare rocks are erecting on the right and on the left, falcons and kites are flying over our heads. The smell of flowers and blossoms have covered everywhere, as if the divine of beauty has decorated these places with her hands. We are silent, but magnificent waterfall speaks. It says ; “ I am a beautiful monument composed of waters created by nature on the peak of high mountains, in the shade of clouds, I am the grumbling sound of water world left from the memory and legacy of great Noah storm. Look ! Those sharp, copper-like red, moss-covered shingles and rocks are the proofs and signs of my magnificence, power and strength, it is the triumph fete of my powerful waters won over the stones. While I was running in my silent flow, the stones were blocking and standing on my way. And when I raged and did not fit my bed I ran over all dams I opened a way through the rocks getting turbulent and roaring. And at that time I subdued these bare rocks, I destroyed and splintered the stones which prevented me from giving life to lands, fields and lawns.
Look! These high peaks are my hearth, dwelling, seven-color rainbow is my colorful bangle worn round my arms for everyone to know me, or this is my colored waist-belt. I am the raging and grumbling sound of high mountains, the delighted, enthusiastic , water-foamed song of creator which is inspired from raining, crying of the clouds, whistling of the wind, cackling of the partridges, I am the ever-said word of tongues – I am Pazmari waterfall. There is only one thing which I want from Adam’s children , proud children of Oguz Turks. My only wish instead of enjoyment that I gave them is to be my visitors who often come to me. Let these beautiful pastures, poppy slopes, cool riverbanks with mountain mint, rocky places with thyme, wormwood and moss hear the people’s talks and chats.