
Me in Saudia City in 1985, after a rare, massive rain storm

I BELIVE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE MORE THAN JUST A LIKENESS OF PLACES & THINGS; THEY ARE LIVING MEMORIES THAT AWAKEN THE SENSES AND TRANSPORT YOU TO THE PAST.
I grew up in Saudi Arabia, and before we left the country, I bicycled around our community, taking photos with my little Kodak Instamatic. I wanted to remember the place I grew up in. I still have some of those photographs (thank goodness for film cameras and everything getting printed). When I flip through them I can actually still feel the heat and humidity of the desert, and the gritty sand mingling with sweat on my skin.