EDiF # 13 – Jordan
Standing under the towering facade of the entrance to the ancient monastery at Petra and all I could see around me were muted, monochromatic tones of pink, yellow, ocher and red – the colors of desert sandstone. I was disappointed. What of my quest for the vibrant colors of the world? Then a caravan of camels hove into view through the shimmer of mirage light. With a tinkling of bells and a creaking of leather harnesses, the line of them swayed into view in the dust, bawling and mewling, layered with intricately tooled saddles and woven blankets in myriad hues, a living, moving, picture book. Ah! Saved by color, once again!
Standing under the towering facade of the entrance to the ancient monastery at Petra and all I could see around me were muted, monochromatic tones of pink, yellow, ocher and red – the colors of desert sandstone. I was disappointed. What of my quest for the vibrant colors of the world? Then a caravan of camels hove into view through the shimmer of mirage light. With a tinkling of bells and a creaking of leather harnesses, the line of them swayed into view in the dust, bawling and mewling, layered with intricately tooled saddles and woven blankets in myriad hues, a living, moving, picture book. Ah! Saved by color, once again!
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