Time is slippery. Water is too. But pictures are beautiful things. They pin down, in some strange fashion, moments and memories that threaten to slip away. Never the same, mind you. As they say in Qatar, "Same same but different." But thanks to these pictures, years later, I am able to recall the smell of my salty hair and the sound of the boat motor as we raced back to shore, chasing the last of the sunlight.