Behind our dighouse there was a large hill. Like most of the rural Jordanian landscape it was made up of very sharp shards of loose rock and petrified wood. We often trekked up there to look at the view. This photo was taken on the way back down on the side away from our dighouse. It was sunset at the time. On this hill face we found mountains of bronze age burials and a recently deceased dog who was slowly joining the collection of mummified oddiies that made up the hill. Most of the burials had been looted but I'm sure hundreds more exist in that area that have yet to be found.

I loved the view from up here.