I look at images such as today's photo of a breezy day taken in 1990 or 1991 with bitter sweet feelings. Breezy days, where the wind would pick up the sand and blot out the view, were few and far between thankfully. I wouldn't refer to this as a sandstorm – those things really hurt if you got caught out in them. This was more an annoying, steady blow of sand that permeated everything. It's such a shame what has happened to Libya, the country and its people, in the last few years. Anyone else see shades of Jakku here?
The wind picks up the sand on a breezy day, blotting out the view beyond the drill buggy and vibrator at our camp in the Calanscio sand sea.
