So here I am, standing on the edge of this escarpment in western Libya, miles from anywhere. Up ahead is the surveyor's offsider, standing by a ranging pole.
Not really life on Mars but if you wanted to fake a Mars landing you could do worse than this part of western Libya. Taken in 1990 it's almost a reverse view of this shot - in that it's the same escarpment, but looking down.
If you look closely at the right end of the rocky outcrop of top of this hill you'll notice two black spots. These are caves, hence my title, The Lookout.
A good desert sunset was a rarity, best I can recall, but every now and then a cloud formation would be in the right place to produce something special, such as that in today's photo.
I spent a fair bunch of time trying to title today's photo before settling on 'approaching sunset'. This was taken somewhere in western Libya in the first half of 1990.
William Wordsworth's poem, commonly known as 'Daffodils' was first written in 1804 and revised in 1815. It's the opening lines that inspired my title for today's photo. If you don't know, 'Daffodils' starts with the lines: