Monday, May 5, 2008

On May 2, 2008, I spent the evening at a friend's place, on the 10th floor of a well-known building on a well-known street which was named after a well-known artist of this well-known nation of which this is the little-known capital city. Of course, well-known or little-known depends on where you live, and where you were born, and who you are, and what you do, and what are your interests, etc. Why am I writing this?

In the distance stands one of the most well-known mountains of all times: Mount Ararat. Next to it, to the left, is Little Ararat. To the far left, there is where Iran begins.

I didn't retouch the picture in any way, so what you see in that picture is very much what you would have seen, had you been standing on that balcony, early in the evening, on May 2, 2008. It was too late to see the swallows ; the birds are usually flying there, numerous, and noisy, and happy.


Wallace said...

If you 'click on' the photo, and view the larger image, you will see the warm lights from the apartments punctuating the blue of the city.

I posted an old poem on Blue Blog that features a swallow;


Armen Filadelfiatsi said...

That is a beautiful picture.

There is something comforting about knowing that all the Kocharians of the world will come and go but those awesome mountains will always be there.