A not so common early evening rain in Doha. Weeks later, if I focus, I can still catch the scent of water in the air.

It’s approximately two years later, a few emails in between, many questions posed in mid-air within the quiet hum of solitude, revisiting past years of histories and imagining future encounters, and it’s ok. After a rising and falling of any possible emotion, it’s comforting to realize that one day, the cavity, chipped weak inside the chest, is now sealed afresh, regenerated.
A view of Doha at night from 44 floors up. A downtown core quickly developing; each day a different view awaits. An extra floor built, a new lot excavated. Photographing each stage is key in documenting the evolution of this emerging city in the Gulf.