wow, the broken concrete transforms into a painting of flowers.
and this man stands looking over his domain. but his head is a mountain on the horizon, I mean the dome of a mosque.
and this man contemplates passing through the gate to heaven.
everything is going to be different now.
It's daunting to attempt an adequate comment after that. I think I'd have eventually thought those thoughts. I can say that now, of course: who wouldn't? Thank you, both Don & Az.
I wasn't thinking generations, but I did have much the same worlds apart reaction as Mariuca. For me it was the contrast between the torn up foreground and that natty gate (don't really know what to call it) that first struck - that and his obviously contemplative pose.