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Walk the Souks in Marrakech. – 1

  Take a walk with me through the Souk in Marrakech, a photographic tour.  We’ve been exposed to so many breathtaking things. Souks, that wind under huge sand coloured buildings lined with colourful things. It’s a maze of brilliant object d’art. But you share the confined spaces with motorbikes, donkeys, horses and hand pushed carts. It’s noisy, the smells are foreign and exotically sweet. During the day it is almost predominately men present and the stalls appear to be run by men rather than women. I’ve been chastised very loudly for photographing a fruit stall and yet invited to take photos in other places. Its quite cold, You have to layer and I would dearly love to be here in Summer. Marrakech has the largest traditional Berber market in Morocco and the image of the city is closely associated with its souks. Paul Sullivan cites the souks as the principal shopping attraction in the city, describing it as “a honeycomb of intricately connected alleyways, this fundamental section of the old city is a micro-medina in …

Great things.

No, indeed they didn’t. So with that quote in mind I find myself here in Marrakech Morocco, a place I have wanted to visit for a long time. I’m here with 60 other like minded people, husbands, wives and friends to experience the magic of Morocco. The group arrived yesterday and today we formally begin to sight see. I will be teaching two classes this afternoon. I took these images just across the street from our hotel in the  Gueliz. This part of the city was laid out in the twentieth century and shows a fusion of French and Moroccan architecture. There are modern buildings, wide boulevards, traffic circles, upscale hotels. The shopping looks fascinating but I enjoyed watching the street vendors making juice from bright red pomegranates, admiring the bread coated with something unknown and sitting on the pavement and tucking into a delicious meal of kababs cooked in front of you. The weather is cool and refreshing. Actually as I speak it’s 4 degrees Celsius  and despite being 6.38 am, dawn is still …

India – Textiles unwound.

On the road in the state of Gujarat.   We arrived at Rann Riders late morning yesterday. It’s a resort of sorts because it is close to the wild donkey area and a lake where there is a lot of wildlife. There are no other guests here right now, tourism is down due to a hike in prices because of high  GST. The GST has been lowered but somehow it prevented Indian tourists from traveling this year. The 3 hour drive from the city was peppered with interest. First of all the roads are busy and very narrow in the country and there are speed bumps every half mile so progress is slow. I’ve encountered it before, but I always forget about it until you are actually on the road. We passed fields of cotton and I was able to get out of the car and take photos of it in the field. The temperatures are very high, almost 104 yesterday and I find it hard to see the people working in in that heat. Granted …

Market walks. – Jaipur.

Cups of creamy fresh yoghurt, served in earthen ware cups and deep fried chilli stuffed with cottage cheese and other things that I’m not able to remember added to the monkeys in the tree above us stealing bananas from the vendor. In the mean time, the traffic passed us by in it’s  alarming constant stream punctuated by the sound off a hundred horns.

Days in the Indian Sun.

Day one of our Indian Textile tour. Take 12 people from 4 different countries who  know little about each other. Put them on a plane to  travel for 24 hours (or a little less) and they come together to create a memory in a country far from their home. The feeling  is carried forever, the experiences are exceptional and many years of  thoughts of the past are intensified with the images you carry in your heart and your hand. I don’t always give my memory the chore of storing the amazing things I see and do, I rely on my images. I know how to take a good picture, I’ve been practicing all my life, but if you don’t have the image experiences that I have, you can still learn to take a soul stirring picture to remind you of those wonderful moments.   That’s part of this happening. Early morning and the sun glowed orange and we took advantage of the cooler part of the day to visit India gate. India Gate is a memorial …

The things that stir the imagination.

Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India.  For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our tools to work with in the markets of Old Delhi.