Dad, Eilish, Marie and I spent a nice evening driving around Wadi Rum (Jordan) in the pickup truck of our friendly Bedouin guide. The picture doesn’t really capture how beautiful it looked as the sun went down. I think of it as a testament to the fact that I will take a picture of something even when I know it’s not going to come out well and then, adding insult to injury, I will inflict this picture on the wider world. If I think of it as a piece of self-deprecating art I can do all of this with a sense of ironic detachment & so I don’t even need to be embarrassed about it. Expect more of this sort of thing.