I’ve been shooting with the Leica M10 for about a year now. It brilliantly blends the benefits of digital with the tactile feel of analog with amazing travel photos. It makes you work for each shot, and in doing so, feels so rewarding when you begin to master it.
Essaouira, nestled on the west coast of Morocco has drawn writers and musicians for countless years. Hendrix spent a lot time here in the sixties enjoying the narrow alley ways of the medina and vibrant nightlife. It’s one of those cities that only gets better with age.
The Sahara is a harsh and desolate place. The sun bleaches the color from everything. Yet it holds a unique beauty all of its own. In some way it also makes you realize, and appreciate, just how much color there is in the rest of the world.
Yesterday I spent hours getting lost in the twisting streets and tantalizing history of Meknes. Once the capital of Morocco, Meknes instantly grabbed me by the neck dragging me into her exotic interior.
It’s an overcast morning in Casablanca, Morocco. The sky is brooding. Thick steel clouds weigh heavily above me. I sit at a small cafe, opposite Gare de Casa-Voyageurs, the central train station, watching the city wake.
