Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but what about Irony? I wonder if there is a term for Irony striking the same way twice.
It is one thing to abstain from food and drink, to sit inside a coffee shop for a client meeting while the aroma of coffee beans tries to make you dizzy, to rush past street carts during lunch hour hoping the smell of pickle doesn’t make you nauseous. Standing all day and taking photographs of food, which looks better than the real thing, is another.
After last year and this one, I’ll be looking forward to another food photography assignment during next Ramadan.