While I am sure that this title will mean nothing to most of you, suffice it to say that it is a tribute to our mountain guide Abdallah.

I just left the sand dunes of Merzouga after a 6 day trek through the Moroccan High Atlas and miraculously happen to have a wifi connection in, seemingly, the middle of nowhere. I am tired and beat, but oh my, what a trip it has been so far. I never thought in a million years that Morocco, the country where I grew up, held so much beauty in such little space. In 6 days of walking, covering roughly 60-80km of mountain backcountry, we went through barren desertic land, lush valleys, snow-covered mountain passes, flower-covered meadows, gorges, canyons, rivers, amazing geological formations and more…And if that wasn’t enough, the light Gods blessed us with some great light displays, an essential ingredient of any successful landscape photography endeavour (it seems that my bad light curse might have been broken, or may be it is my companion’s good karma…who knows).

As I am slowly going through my images, I offer you a little glimpse of Moroccan atmosphere. This is an image I shot on our first day in Marrakech. This is from the famous Jamaa el Fna place in the heart of the city. As the sun sets, this place lights up and buzzes with vendors, food stalls and throngs of people going by. Instead of going for a wider view, I preferred to focus on a few isolated stalls and chose a slow exposure to record the movements of the crowd.