We move across the world. Connect with new cultures. Plant our lives in soil so different from what we’ve ever known before.One of our favorite airports. December 2013
Where is home?
The question crosses our minds. Simmers. Hangs in the air.
If we put down roots here, what happens to the other places we’ve called home?
Thanksgiving week. My mind wanders back across the years and the miles. We’ve made some memories.
Turkeys in Shikarpur
One of the 1997 Shikarpur turkeys before his demise.
In November 1997 we traveled from Karachi to Shikarpur (Pakistan) and spent a few days with our friends living there. They’d happened upon two turkeys out in a rural area and were fattening them up for a Thanksgiving feast.
The art was hidden by the crowds that walked through Mangal Bazaar that day in Islamabad, June 1997. Then I saw it. One particular painting drew me in. Maybe it was the camels. Or the street scene reminiscent of Karachi. In the mix of muted and bright, the blue dome of the mosque caught my eye.
