This is the first time I sit cross-legged in the bus, I'm absolutely exhausted as I go back home 7 in the morning, after what I call a once a year event. I can even still feel the weight of the enormous bags I had as we climbed that magnificent mountain, Jabal Moussa.
Night Collective, lovers of the night, with whom I went to a night in Nahr Ibrahim. My group was set to meet at Adma, at around 8:30 to move up to our landing point, where we'd park the cars and start the hike. Due to some mishaps, the appointment was delayed and we had to spend a bit more time on the famous Casino highway. It's been a dream to me to be standing there on the side that overlooks the Jounyeh bay, and simply be taking pictures for a whole night. There it was, right in front of me, but the unbelievable traffic restrained me on the other side, leaving me to car trail photos and some compositions of the moon.
Oh, the moon :) the event last night was held on the occasion of the super moon, an event that's said to happen once every few years. That's why the organizers chose one of the highest points that overlook Beirut and Jounyeh, and at the same time maintain the adventurous aspect to it, in terms of climbing the mountain and camping on top, by the side of the famous lit-up cross.
They were scattered all over, feeling tired and ready for the next step. It was time for everybody over there to take care of our shiny guest for the night, our mighty moon was waiting right above us.
It wasn't long before everybody greeted everybody, hugged and kissed, took their place, had a few bites and instantly put their gear to work. Honestly, I don't hide that I tried taking a few shots here and there, found out eventually I just wasn't at my best. It was obviously because of the exhausting hike, although I had been constantly visually capturing pictures with my bare eyes, imagining them on my camera LCD in a few, something that hadn't happened as expected.
I personally think of photography as a religious ritual. If that wasn't prayer, with all its respect and discipline, with all its perfectionism and skill, then prayer will remain a collection of irrelevant actions. It was pitch dark where I had stepped foot later on, right below that cross, trying to find the perfect angle that would make my pictures unforgettable. Little did I know that I was already where I needed to be, it was the tranquility that I needed, the seclusion, the silence and the perspective that was right there in front of me. I truly needed that, and that was more than enough.
|Driving to the church by the edge of Jabal Moussa, with Khalil and Sabine|
I still remember the laughs we had while climbing, the ruined cake that made it all the way to the top and crashed right there ^_^ , the moment we all froze on that cliff looking at that meteor elegantly travelling the open sky in front of us, the moment we met the guide for the first time, the thyme shrubs all over and of course, the glorious moon that accompanied us throughout the night. I still remember the fireplace, the burnt mellows and the grilled hotdogs. I still remember the time I jumped in the middle of the group photo to take off my burning shirt by the fire.
|King of the night, my majestic super moon.|
|Climbing down the Jabal Moussa mountain|