On the roof. Kids floating around. Carpets hung to dry. Cellular service, obsolete.
Libya, 2021: My Grandmother uses solar panels to get electricity. A privilege not many in Libya are granted. She wakes up one morning with no lights in her house. Only to realize her solar panel was shot.
Houses stand with messages of a passerby.
The gates of Souk el Juma.
The young surrounded by the old. New ideas among history. Revolutions among revolutions among revolutions among...
Safa and Marwa. Standing bright amongst the open architecture.
As the sunsets on the hazy days of Libya, the aunts gather around a table- near a cooling concrete. Left was cups of tea and conversations of memories.
The abandoned Mediterranean Sea.
