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
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