l felt so guilty about posting quick snaps and not having taken my camera out of its bag that I set my photographer’s heart a flutter and jumped into action.
“We are going on a drive to the desert!” I declared, and off we went. It was not like I expected, certainly not the golden desert sands of Arabian nights and definitely no sand dunes dancing in the wind.
But now I know where oil comes from and found a strange beauty amidst the ugly pipe strewn, oil well scattered landscape. Dusty, hot and not a place for a walk, it was surreal, moon like and resembled the set of some scary science fiction movie.
Here then are the first of the photos. A different Bahrain, a different desert.