This morning I pointed my Civic in the direction of the National Mosque. My plan? No real plan, if by plan you imagine that I had any idea of what I was really going to do. I figured I'd just start at the National, then wander home, turning in the direction of any mosque I saw....
The National Mosque looks lonely to me. It has a great view of the city, and a large parking lot. This morning I was the only car there. I mean, I wasn't the car itself, although I do consider myself pretty much a Civic kind of guy. The place was deserted.
If it were crowded, and if I was a VIP, then I did discover the Stairway to Heaven:
Mosques are fairly easy to see because they're common and the feature they have in common is their minaret. Wait a minute. Perhaps mosques don't all have minarets, although it seems that all minarets have mosques. So I followed the trail of the minarets.
Most are small, and they're often tucked into commercial areas.
I wished I had a mosquetect in the car to explain the different styles.
Choices: I could make either the minaret vertical or the building vertical, but not both. Ahh, perspective does shape reality.
All these pictures were taken with a cheap point-and-shoot Kodak. It was SO bright out I never could see the display screen, so I more-or-less-point-and-shot.
I did edit each picture to chop out the extraneous. I don't take such care editing my blog.
Can I tell you a secret?
This probably makes me a bad Facebook friend, but it bugs me when a person downloads every picture from their chip, no matter how ill-focused, redundant, redundant, or redundant. Edit, folks!
The previous sentence should read "ill-focused or redundant". But now I've added yet more extraneous words....
So now I'll let the pictures speak.
Tomorrow: My smooth skin, and other tales from the neighborhood.