Landry woke up and went out with his cameras in the pre-dawn darkness. As he left home, I could just hear the calls to prayer begin, first the trickling sounds from the mosques far away, then closer and closer, until the muezzin across the street from our house roused our neighbors for their wake-up splash of ablutions.
After the morning prayers, the sky started to brighten at 3:50 a.m., twilit by the sun as it climbed toward the mountain peaks that ring Kabul. At 4 a.m., the nearly full moon set behind him, and at 5:05 a.m., dawn peeked her rosy fingers over the mountain ridges.
After the morning prayers, the sky started to brighten at 3:50 a.m., twilit by the sun as it climbed toward the mountain peaks that ring Kabul. At 4 a.m., the nearly full moon set behind him, and at 5:05 a.m., dawn peeked her rosy fingers over the mountain ridges.
This is a digital collage of five images Landry took the same morning.
1 comment:
Hello Alisa et Landry!
Je viens de découvrir un passage éclair Tang Dunand sur mon blog.
Ca fait plusieurs fois que j'essaie de déposer un commentaire sur votre blog, sans succés...
Je vais cliquer sur anonyme, peut-être ce sera efficace.
Amitiés à vous deux. Zoé
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