Father’s Day. And a happy one to all fathers. This was shot by my wife hours before I departed to the airport for my Middle East journey. I bet you can’t see the tension. My daughter is at this moment in Namibia or close to a safe arrival. We had about 4 or 5 last suppers. This happened to be a late lunch. We were to meet my brother also but he couldn’t find a legal parking spot. Hey, it’s New York on Saturday afternoon. This is about as far as the kids would go. My daughter felt too emotional to go to the airport and my son had other plans cooking. We got one more shot an hour later when my brother arrived to take a last family photo. Reunions will be less frequent from here on. It’s a good shot to be able to refer to if homesickness strikes. After this I am about out of procrastination and will have to start the posts about my Middle East adventure. At the moment I’ve got a lot of prose not necessarily connected to pictures. So there’s a bit of editing. Plus, I will simultaneously post to two blogs and then transition my Saudi experience to the other blog while keeping this blog for my general photography.
Oh, the restaurant we are standing in front is a southern barbecue place so that I can get pulled pork. There is no pork product in Saudi, so this is my last chance to indulge for a while. No alcohol either, but I don’t drink…. or smoke.