Camel Caravan Swept by Lighthouse Light

Predawn darkness blankets the salt flats beside a fogbound harbor mouth in Libya, broken only by the rhythmic sweep of a lighthouse beam. Four camels move in a single file line, their silhouettes sharp against the blinding white arc of light. Heavy, stacked clouds hang low and gray above the horizon, pressing down on the landscape. The lighthouse beam cuts horizontally, illuminating dust and mist whipped by strong winds that ripple the camels' shaggy coats and tails. Salt crystals glisten on the flat, wet ground where the light strikes. The animals' hooves press into the slick surface, kicking up faint sprays of moisture. The beam's edge creates a stark line where the deep shadow of the harbor meets the illuminated path of the caravan.