Walking in the evening time, breaking into a light jog, in the time of Ramadan is a different feeling. The roads are very quiet and deserted as the faithful are breaking their fast. The scent of food comes through.
The left foot has been hurting for the past fortnight. The pain refused to go away despite taking rest for some days. So I decided to move on inspite of the pain.
Remembering last year’s walks during fall, the scent of crushed leaves while walking at dusk past the Idris palace.The dusk walks have a different feel from the ones taken at dawn.
The sounds of birds are different at Dusk.
The scents of leaves are different.
Walked to the sea front. The scent of the Tripoli port came across through the breeze. Again different from the morning scents.
Ibrahim Gambhari rang up yesterday-“Going to Egypt for physiotherapy of my mother. Both the Swiss and German teams have refused to operate her.”
Jim came and presented the books of Ansel Adams. A great source of inspiration and instruction. Started going through the writings, and compared them with some of the recent writings of one of my own medical teachers. Some are in step, some out of step.
Fading relations, past teachers, missed opportunities. many themes came across
A motorcyclist drove past very fast, on the walk-way, by the sea…almost hitting me, as I tried to avoid him and he tried to avoid me. And we both moved in same direction!
But this broke my chain of thoughts which were getting …brooding.
Thinking of some nice beautiful evening walks I have taken ..in some other locations
Moonrise over the Strand-Malta-March2007
And many thanks to my photography teacher-Tirtha Das Gupta..who teaches about photography,beauty and life.