early spring 2015
It is difficult to concisely express the accumulated experience of 9 days (216 hours) in such a different culture and environment with a year old baby and loving partner. I was quietly determined to take only a few photos, to try to keep the experience more ‘whole’ through sensory memory alone. Of course, the phone camera was hard to resist and some moments were captured digitally both as sound and image, albeit rather inadequately, along with a handwritten list of bird and animal species. Suffice to say I also enjoyed some fantastic bundles of sticks, carried by people and animals alike, and a wonderful array of earth colours in the foothills of the High Atlas Mountains. But to sum up, the lingering sensation is that of movement, of change, of noise and smell and taste, of clamour, of conversations, of frustration, deliberation and joy, of meetings and departures, hellos and goodbyes, of a small boy waving and waving with a mouth full of berber bread and happy adoring faces, of colour, of heat, of wind and mountains and sea, of arid brightness and intensity, and then of a return to the soft, patchwork of rolling subdued earthy tones and a familiar English winter landscape from on high.
Here is a selection of the images taken by Francesca and myself (depending on who was holding the camera/baby at the time)…
Many thanks to Francesca, Noah and all the people and creatures of Morocco who made our time so good.
© p ward 2015
1. http://karol-kochanowski.com/ – a lovely artist we met in marrakech
2. http://www.galeriedamgaard.com/ – a great gallery showing distinctive primitive local art in essaouira
3. http://francescaowen.wix.com/arts – the wonderful francesca owen no less…