The beauty of Dubai lies not, as some would have it, in the grandeur of architectures which I would call my biggest find during the recent trip. Whisked in a 4-wheel drive to the desert for what is called sand surfing the other day, I was tremendously captivated at the continual sight of the taut, undulant sand dunes whose vista was impaired only by the horizon where the expansive desert and the tolerant sky met. The acute amnesia with which I alighted the vehicle panting to its engine's humming tone, roamed to shoot with abandon and even changed lenses on the land of fine sand grains was the result of none other than my bewilderment on that first visit to a pristine desert. Thankfully, I turned less cautious but not totally reckless, and returned with unscathed gear and a few nice shots of which one is shown today. The regret is that the shot lacks a bit punch without a smoky trail of sand dust after the boy. But technically it is still okay I hope.
More desert shots to come when ready.