Come see the crumbling blocks of timeless, weathered stones in the desert as seen through the slightly different, slightly imperfect, but always unpredictable eyes of that wonderfully simple piece of photographic machinery called the Holga. Our only involvement? We pointed the Holga in approximately the right direction and pressed the shutter release. The rest was left to the gods.
Driving due west. That is the Red Pyramid, our next destination in Dahshur, and there was nary another tourist in sight. That large red tour bus was probably the biggest thing King Snofru had seen all day.
