the “hill” is in Aytou (pronounced I too) and the houses are in Ejbeeh, Lebanon

the warmth of this sunset upon your face is truly a euphoric feeling

I made this photograph in Batroun a small town on the Mediterranean Sea, by day this maze of alleyways are crowded with vendors of all sorts.

a stroll up the mountain in Dads hometown. What you’re looking at are clouds rolling in, not fog. Just a fantastic place above the clouds.

I made this photo on one of my first nights in Beirut, it strangely reminded me of Miami. The gentleman on the bicycle was selling his cotton candy, not because there was a festival but just because

there should always be someone selling cotton candy, everywhere

this used to be a fast moving river that has dried up in recent years. I still flows in the spring when the snow melts up in the mountains however the alps in Lebanon no longer see the temperatures or the nearly the amount of snow they once did. This is more and more problematic especially for the Cedars of Lebanon, which require the cold for growth and to kill off bugs which infect them.

the image we have of a place can be so far removed from reality, especially if it is perpetuated by those that pedal fear

again, this could be Miami. I was shocked

‘Draped’ The sun in the summertime burns so hot in Beirut that most people put up drapes on their balconies to create refuge from it. On this day I had only been walking around with my camera for about 40 minutes when I realized how hard I was sweating. I popped into a shop to buy water and guzzled 2 litres of it effortlessly. It was then the decision to spend the afternoon in my hotels rooftop pool, with cold beer and possibly a cigar, was made.

This once posh 700 seat theatre on Rue Hamra has been closed since the mid 80’s during the war. The sign and added on AC units caught my attention, as for the whats left of the theatre itself, I cannot say.

The Sun City, where the ruins of Baalbek are found and I had just come from visiting when I saw this scene. It felt as though I had step back in time but not completely.

Notice the girl in the back seat of the car

Dubbed the Cedars of God, these beautiful ancient trees are slowly disappearing, as a result of warmer & shorter winters. To walk amongst them is a humbling experience knowing that some of the oldest cedars in this forest are upwards of a thousand years old.

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