Red Dunes, finally!

When I think of the desert, I conjure up images from the movie
  The English Patient,
not Lawrence of Arabia.

A billowing scarf
White linen
a plane flying over undulating sands
Ralph Fiennes carrying his dying love in his arms...
Ralph Fiennes.


Ralph Fiennes


My pictures are a bit different.    But hey, it's my movie!


Did I mention Ralph Fiennes?










Welcome to Riyadh, finally!

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