I was fortunate enough to be able to photograph this noble-looking Camel Rider of the great sand dunes at Erg Chebbi in the less explored desert zone around Merzouga, south of the Atlas Mountains in southern Morocco.
An old door knocker, spotted in Marrakech, in the shape of The hand of Fatima. Believed by Muslims and Jews alike to protect its owner and those in the house from the evil eye.
Sunrise over the Atlas Mountains in southern Morocco. The mountain peaks reach up into the pure blue sky and I breathe the crystal clear clean high-altitude air. A wonderful way to start another day of adventure!
An open doorway in the maze of alleyways in the souk in Marrakech. It's probably been there almost unchanged for the past 1,000 years. Where does it lead? Who lives there?
A lamp vendor's shop in one of the myriad crooked alleyways within the covered souk (market) of Marrakech which I loved for its shapes and colours of the lamps and shades.
The knife sharpener at work in the souk (Berber market) in Erfoud, south of the Atlas Mountains in southern Morocco. His tongue stuck out in complete concentration and pedaling hard on his sharpening wheel, he is a delightful study of a man happily...
The Ksar of Ait Ben Haddou , designated a World Heritage Site since 1987, is a fortified city (or Ksar) located on the old caravan route between the Sahara and Marrakech in the foothills of the southern slopes of the High Atlas.
Majorelle Garden in Marrakech, Morocco, was designed by the expatriate French artist Jacques Majorelle (1886-1962) in the 1920s and 1930s, during the colonial period when Morocco was a protectorate of France.
This is what home in Marrakech looks like to me. The house belongs to my friends, David & Ross, formerly of Scotland, where they now host guests.
I am adding another couple of ancient pics from 1980. The first, one of the many typical "Kasbahs" (fortified dwellings) in Morocco. These can still be widely seen today and are...
I rented a house in Morocco , briefly, in Essaouira. It’s one of the towns I love, in part I think, because it’s big enough and small enough. Certainly not a city but with enough resources that one need not leave...
Our friend and colleague contributor PortMoresby started me searching through some veeerrry old photos upon which I came upon these that I would like to share with you.
The name is pronounced in an interesting way, the “Es” an in-breath, rather than a pronounced sound, hardly heard, before the out-breath “Sweera”.
When you’re in Morocco and you see this much blue, you’re most likely in either Chefchaouen, in the northern Rif Mountains, or in Essaouira, on the Atlantic coast, west of Marrakech.