a chilled and profound soak-in of the reflections -
of wadi mujib.
of a day filled with mad adventure.
of struggling against the current of an awesome waterfall,
and a rocky water-bed below my feet.
of rock-wall climbs, ropes, ripped pants and lost hijab.
life exposed at it’s bare bones.
of the insignificance of said struggle.
of the distraction of the struggle.
of when you realise to look up.
and forget your little self:
to witness the Majesty and awe-inspiring view’s above,
the brother/sister-hood shown beside,
and the freedom of having my ego lost in the current and trapped for a minute below.
no camera to hide behind the lens, no phone, no wallet, no nothing.
just clothes against on skin, under a daggy old float vest.
just absolute perfection.
just the waterfall.
just the Manifestation of His Absolute Strength and Perpetual Beauty.
photo taken at sunset with a view to the dead sea, jordan, somewhere along the road to the ‘lowest place on Earth’ and ‘prophet Lot’s cave’