What I find curious now though, is the dude in the sports coat and jeans. I'm guessing the waves crash against the rocks sending spray over the anglers. If that was the case, then I think Mr. Blue Jacket was tempting fate!
As my faded memory recalls, pretty much every afternoon at around 3:00 pm, the clouds would build us and a series of thunder storms would roll through. The noise from the rain and thunder rendered our seismic recording an exercise in futility so we'd return to camp, and face the prospect of cooking once again.
Having completed the task we decided to take a day off and hike around Glen Prosen. It was a glorious day and we left early in the morning for our hike, driving as far as the road went before continuing on by foot. In this image, my friend enjoys the view looking back along the glen, the trail we've ascended running down on the left.
Doorways and window openings are set in the whitewashed walls. Periodically there are gaps in the roof that allow the passages to breathe and let in light.
Order a print of this photo So yesterday's photo was looking at old Ghadames from the outside in. Apart from the shadow of the palm tree there's little to indicate…
This photo was taken from just outside the old wall, near the water pool. The white tower and dome is part of one of the mosque complexes in the town - the white paint also serving to reduce the temperature on the inside.