Part of our Dubai desert experience was the camp where we got to taste some really good food and I got my first (and last) puffs of the hookah.
After the sumptuous repast we got to witness a remarkable display of belly-dancing. Her control and timing were excellent (I do admit that I am no expert), and in the desert night, even with the huge floodlights focused on her, she managed to look like a floating cloud of color and sheer fluid poetry.
I tried experimenting with shutter settings to capture a sense of motion that would better demonstrate the experience I had. I know it’s not a virtuoso performance, but I think I have managed to convey a sense of what I wanted to convey.
The place, the night, the breeze, the mood, the dance, it all fit in so well…