Morocco was one of the first photography trips I embarked on. I didn't really know what to expect either culturally or photographically.
It was an learning curve. My strongest memory is waking the first morning in Marrakech to the sound of the call to prayer. I had never heard it before but immediately knew what it was and once heard you will never forget it.
I ventured through the Souk, thank fully on a Friday afternoon so was told it was quiet, we drove into the high atlas mountains and out into the dessert past Quarzazate into what appeared to be a total no man’s land.
“I learnt how to work in a group ensuring that each person has the opportunity to “shoot” without the remainder of the group in their line of sight.”