Here is a sprinkling of beautiful textures, colours and scenes from my recent adventure in costal Morocco.
Often as I ventured through an elegant archway or round a crumbling corner the view struck me as a near abstract image waiting to be captured: An oblong of wall covered in blue pigment, above it a stripe of sky painted from left to right, then a textured band of raw, crumbling plaster revealing the brickwork beneath, the vista itself punctuated by circles – the sun, the scattered, rusty satellite dishes sitting atop square buildings, dappled sunlight landing on dusty floors. Morcco for me was a mixture of rough beauty and tactile dilapidation.
Below I invite you to venture along the same paths as me via my camera lens.
