This is the last of my posts on Morocco alone, not to say it won’t feature in future posts as it has been so easy to write about what I’ve photographed there.
Lasting impressions remain thoughtfulness of character in the people, organic pure colour in the daily landscape and intrigue in the culture. There is a brightness of colour even from the beautiful ramshackle buildings, there remains mesmerising deep black volcanic rocks, and moving always, the most vivid of bright orange sands next to the perfectly opposite blue sky.
You can choose to see everything or nothing, (if you’re really not looking hard enough). I’d suggest everything, or at least as much as your eyes can take in.
In Morocco it did feel that there was a struggle against progress in some places, which could be viewed as a fight to keep the country’s history strong, but some of what we saw was very much a selected, edited version of that history.
We met all kinds of people from all walks of life and they all loved their country no matter their political or cultural origins. These photographs to me represent the reality of Morocco and the presence of truth and it’s shadow for current and future generations.
I always naturally take photographs of light in all it’s forms (I suppose we all do) , it was interesting to look within my photographs for the dark tones and unseeable spaces.