Looking back through my stash of photos, I came across this batch of film shots from a trip to Morocco in 2011.The name of the place, I don’t recall. Not sure I ever knew, really. I used to pay attention to those labels, the where of things. But mostly now I just remember the time of day, a nip in the air that morning, the scent of the trees, and the rhythm of that morning stroll. All shot with a Mamiya 7 […]
Today you go back to Morocco. More than a year now, and the first things to fade are the names. Places, everyday phrases and dishes. How could you forget those? Random details stick with you. How they made you feel, the sounds they made, the coolness of the air in the morning. You’re dabbing warm bread in olive oil and honey. You think – there’s a good chance I’ll never go there again. The morning air is cool here, too. […]
I’ve been in a slump lately, photographically speaking. Not to worry… to the archives! Looking through last year’s photos from Morocco. Marrakesh, the Red City. There’s something about warm colours that simultaneously comforts and energizes. With oranges and yellows and reds, you can do no wrong, or so it feels. I wonder if it’s psychological? Confidence, a positive demeanor, a sunny disposition. Whatever, comfort food for the photographer’s eye. I’ll take it.
When I attended Art College (insert self-deprecating guffaw here…) I was advised to go about art like a scientist: become continually, passionately curious about your subject. Of course, such enthusiasm might taint the objectivity of one’s data collection techniques. And this kind of thing is important to some scientists, I suppose. The ‘observer effect’ it’s called. So really what you’re observing is your interaction with the environment. So now you have to go about finding ways to be unobtrusive, just […]