Tim, who has tracked my adventures around the world, abstracts me here – I am not as much Phil Douglis as I am a photographer, exploring one of the greatest ruins on earth. The day was foggy, and Tim does not try to remake the image as it would look on a sunny day. Fog can be delightful weather for photography because it can hide as much as it can reveal and Tim tells it like it was. The moment Tim selects is a very characteristic one. I carry my hands away from the body, as if to gain traction on the uneven roadway. My head is down, seemingly giving me an air of determination. Actually I am watching each step – the uneven road is a recipe for disaster. Tim is standing within one of the wall’s towers, and he frames my distant figure within an arch that was built in the age of the Mongol invasions. I walk into history here – and that is what I probably love to do the most when I travel.