Whoops I spelt it incorrectly "Musandarm"
I wanted to write more about some of the experiences I've had, but somehow the time is passing rather quickly.
Yesterdays trip was wonderful as you can probably tell by my photos.
Most of you who are reading this blog are quilters… and if you know my work you will understand the reason why I took some of those photos.
The reflections would make wonderful quilts…. I want to make one just with reflections… I've been taking photos of reflections in water for years….After yesterday I think I have enough.
Our dhow was painted bright mid blue. The deck was a patchwork of carpets and the cushions around the edge of the deck were blue tapestry. Against the water she looked outstanding.
Days of sandstorms resulted in unusual formations in the sky and at times it looked as if we were in fog…. but it was actually sand in the sky.
We traveled for about an hour before we came to the border of Oman and UAE. Strict customs and immigration forms took some time to complete and be stamped with a flourish and a thump.
Oman is just beginning to open its doors to tourism. Musandam, is otherwise known as Roo'uoss Al Jibal in Arabic.
Located on the north, eastern point of the Gulf, a peninsula separated from the rest of Oman by the Emirates. It is a place where the Arabian Gulf meets the Indian Ocean, whose waters are called the Gulf of Oman. This is the Straights of Hormuz, separating the Gulf from Iran.
The legendary Straights of Hormuz was once a home to ancient civilizations even before Alexander the Great passed this way. It was pure luxury. I really didn't want to talk to anyone… I just sat and watched the water, the dolphins, maybe a dozen pods. The mountain formations and the reflections in the still water.
I listened to classical music on my ipod and was oblivious to all that was going on around me.
Once I had an an acquaintance tell me "Your strange doing that"
Well "walk a mile in my shoes honey"
Our captain served us a delicious meal of king fish, curry, rice and bread…. what more could you ask for. It was a photographers paradise.
It took a long time at the border on the way home. I got to view the passing scenery. Herds of goats, contraband on trucks headed to the smugglers from Iran. Children playing soccer, and women with metal face masks, such a contrast to the snow of Minneapolis and the desert of Arizona.