Pigeon Rock, Beirut
When I was eight years old a Russian ship crashed into nearby rocks and sank. Parts of the ship washed against Pigeon Rock, and I spent the last happy summer of childhood snorkeling over the wreck and collecting bits of Russian ship. And on the beaches of the cliff you can’t see in the picture, from where this photo was shot, I would collect the small turquoise and blue bits of rounded glass washed up after years of polish in the Mediterranean.









