from the sandbox
Today Caleb tried to describe for me what its like when it “rains mud” in Iraq. I knew there were a lot of dust storms, but I never imagined it sometimes rains in the middle of one. The result is fat, dirty water drops that begrime everything they land on. Nothing escapes, including soldiers going about their business. Can you imagine being pelted with a drizzle of sludge while walking to dinner?
I’m a bit of a cleanliness freak, so this gives me a lot to think about.
(Caleb, I really like the composition of this shot. Thanks for striving to make your shutter-happy wife… happy.)