Wednesday, March 15

The way the women's dresses and hijabs echoe each other, creating a pattern of maroons and purples  that is closed by the rust-red sculpture.

• The children playing in the schoolyard below the museum. They scatter like a fabrinnachi sequence, close and curved at the center, , then spreading out like a diagnoal

• the contrast between the hand-work of the women across me: one embroidering traditional patterns, the other playing with her phone. The woman seen through the window behind them seems a  reflection of the woman playing with her pone

• The bright yellow of the little boy's jacket against the pale yellow of the outer wall.

• The bright blue flash of tail feathers, wending its way across the small  rivulet of water in the Gazelle Valley
• Two rooks beat their way across the road. one lands on the tree above me, watching with bright eyes, tree and sky behind him