Where my previous drilling photos were located near the center of Concession 20 and in the northern part, this one (I'm fairly sure from its sequence in my collection) is from the southern end of the concession.
On windless days there'd often be nothing to hear but the sound of your brain over-driving your ear drums to try and pick up the faintest vestige of sound. True silence - the absence of all sound - can be quite painful!
This wadi had obviously seen some reliable moister over the years judging by the palm tree. There's also some scrubby bushes around. The surface also looks 'caked' rather than sandy or gravelly.
The summer house sits on a small island with the river threading around it. I can imagine when it was new it was a great place to sit and fish or sit and watch the river flow by. But by the time I took this photo it appears it's best days were behind it.
I love the way the sun is lighting up the snow on the distant mountains, their ruggedness being apparent from the lines of light and dark.
Consequently we ended up down at the harbor at midnight, which is when I captured the image above. The low angle of the sun, hanging just above the horizon, provided 'golden hour' light for the warm tones in this shot.