Just Passing Through
It's a place teeming with tourists, in a valley of death. It is both beautiful and humbling. The ground beneath is ancient and hallowed, but most don't sense it as they casually walk from one grave to the next, bewildered as to why everything on the cliff face is so ornate and beautiful, but all the interiors are stark and empty. It was this place I understood what Arlington really was, what America was in the eyes of both its creators and refugees. Even though the sun beat us down from directly overhead, it was obvious there were millions more stars lined up right behind it.
The contrast in this first photo is such a beautiful capture of all the dark/light metaphor throughout the story, and the realization that came from seeing Petra. Of fun note, that's Quincy down the bottom right.
Amman is an amazing city. But the traffic is like doing a Rubic's Cube where all the cars are one square, and they all want to finish the cube in their own way. It's chaos. This view is the view from my hotel window at the Sheridan. The Prez was across the street, left of screen. The pool is on the roof. The next photo down is from the Baptismal site (where John the Baptist dunked Jesus in the Jordan), the actual site, and not the Hollywood site that Israel has built up on their side of the river. Thanks to the way rivers meander over time, the actual site is cut off from the Jordan, about 200 meters to the east. Fun fact, there are signs between the Baptismal site and the river telling tourists to remain on the path, as there are still thousands of mines unaccounted for left over from the wars in the 60s and 70s. Dead Sea is in there too.
The original, the remake, and the silks.
I wasn't allowed to talk to Willoway on FaceTime because he would get worked up and shit on the floor afterward. So... this was my first time seeing him. Happy guy.
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