A scene from the Oakland LDS Temple.
Sometimes you just really feel like you are at one of the ends of the earth.
[Image taken somewhere in Palestine's Negev Desert on the road to Jerusalem]
I thought I would spend my last day in Petra either smiling or crying. But it was neither. Much like Bedouin life, my last day was just like any other day. There was breakfast to be made, blankets to put out in the sun, and supplies needed in the village. The only difference was that I had my bag with me, and I needed to go one village further to get on a bus. Bedouin life is interesting. It moves and flows from day to day, yet stays static at the same time. There are no new restaurants opening up to look forward to, no TV programs to be excited for the next episode... just each day and the work to be done. Collecting firewood, finding food for the animals, cleaning up the endless sand from the caves. Each day rolling into the next, never seeming to change. And life there will continue. It will roll onto the next day and the next week. So similar and so removed that perhaps it has been a few days or a few months since I was there. No use of asking what has been going on since I was gone.. perhaps a birth of an animal or a flood, but the same news that is always the news. When I go back, things will be exactly as they were before. Maybe a new cave will be cleaned out and moved into, or maybe everything will just be as before. As it has been for centuries. But that is the magic of the Bedouins.
My images of Jordan are not over.. I have handfuls I would like to edit and post. So I will continue to show images of my Middle East travels and of my upcoming adventures. As Jack Kerouac said..
“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
[image taken in Petra, Jordan on my drive to the bus to leave the country and return to America]
Over the last two months I have been doing some work with Bedouin Brothers, a travel organization in Jordan. They host eco tours throughout the country, from hiking to camels and rock climbing. They sleep in caves and Bedouin tents, speaking handfuls of languages and cooking delicious foods over fires. They currently have a website, but I am in the process of working on a new one for them full of pretty photographs of adventures and adventurous places to visit. In the meantime, check out some of the highlights from working with this company.
Ghassab, one of the two brothers
An Australian boy taking a hiking tour with Ghassab, hiking form Dana to Petra.
The mountains and dunes of Wadi Araba.
Travelers sliding down the dunes of Wadi Araba.
A traveler riding through the Jordanian deserts in the back of a pickup truck.
Mushroom rock of Wadi Rum.
A hot spring for bathing and healing, feeding into the Dead Sea.
A woman soaking in the salts of the Dead Sea.
A camel driver taking a break on the beaches of Aqaba.
If I want to contrast and compare, I should probably post both places I mentioned in the previous blog post a couple of days ago. And here is the rich, yet soft, Istanbul, Turkey.
When I first flew into Jordan, I swung by Amman for a couple of days. There was something totally amazing about the landscape to me. The miles and miles of homes. But contrary to Turkey, everything seemed totally the same. The same design, the same colors, and the harsh light covering it all daily. It was very beautiful and a stark contrast to the city I had previous been in of Istanbul.
Behind a strip mall in Orem, there is a large garden in which you can pick your own vegetables. I personally like it much more than just going to the store or even a farmer's market. It makes me feel just that much more like I have my own garden, because, fun fact about me: one day I want to be a farmer. Well, of my own small farm, in my backyard. Anyways, I finally developed the roll of film from a few months back, when I went to this mini farm with my roommate to gather food to can and for her restaurant.
I'm starting back up my small towns project, started two years ago and casually worked on since. The project has me travel to towns in Utah with populations of 800 people or less. Documenting the town and the people in them. Eventually I will finish (by mid February) and will show the images for my BFA show, going up in February. In the meantime, I'll keep posting various images as I develop more film and just get so excited. These, from Wallsburg, Utah, just some landscapes of the town.