The soft Light envelopes the view as we round the corner in this blue wonderland. I hold my camera close and perch on a nearby step to observe the scene. He joins me on the filthy stone without a word. In silence, we watch as these bygone women usher goats into an open-air den.
I snap photos of the goats—even though it’s not the subject matter I crave. The women begin to bark at me in Arabic as they cover their faces. He’s quietly amused. I point to the back of my camera, showing them the innocent pictures. The women relax. From our seated position, I sneak the above photo. Everyone is happy.