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Equipment, examples, history – all matters photographic
I am thinking of getting a few 8×10″ or larger prints made from some of my photos. While the exclusively IKEA furniture does create an overwhelming sense of individuality on its own, it might be good to add a bit of my own touch to this apartment.
I don’t suppose anybody is aware of a capable Ottawa photo lab (something akin to Vancouver’s Custom Colour)?
Having finally got round to uploading the last of my Oxford pictures to photo.net, I am struck by how long ago the events portrayed seem to have happened. They seem no more immediate to me than photos taken two years ago or more.
Photos from British Columbia – as well as the first Ottawa shots worthy of Photo.net – will emerge in due time. So too will some from Morocco.
PS. Anyone confused about my overall system for sorting photos online should have a peek at this page.
[Update: 12 August 2007] The Morocco photos have been added to Photo.net.
By climbing the slippery canyon walls, you could get a good view of the middle section of the cascade.
I had to spent a very long and uncomfortable day traveling to see them, so readers should be willing to tolerate a large number of pictures of the falls.
Pool at the base of the falls
It took an hour of waiting in the sun to get five other people together for a taxi from Ouzoud to Azilal.
In the hot sun, this watermelon truck had a lot of appeal. Unfortunately, they refused to sell me anything less than an entire melon.
Sorry to have been so slow in posting these. Life has involved a lot of disruption, moving from Oxford to Vancouver to Ottawa.
Crowd at the Gnawa Festival beach stage.
Marakkesh street at night
The Kasbah Mosque, in the southern part of the city.
Cascades d’Ouzoud
This donkey had the unenviable task of carrying empty bottles from the restaurants near the falls to the top of the valley.
The ceramic vessels with conical tops are used to cook tagines: a distinctive Moroccan dish.
The Atlantic coast is, for the most part, rather rocky.
Essaouira’s fortifications were apparently built by the Portuguese.
I discovered a stairwell that led up through the sea wall to a rather excellent lookout point.
Standing atop the sea wall.
Coastal engineering in Essaouira
These odd looking six tonne objects constitute some kind of coastal defence, possibly from erosion.
This cat is peeking out from one of the windows of the flat we rented.
Loom in an artisinal school.
Spinning wheel
Some projected art at the Gnawa Festival.
Cloth and sky.
Painting at an artisinal school.
The sea wall in Essaouira, complete with canons.
West African fish, partaken of by the other members of our caravan.
The edge of the Djemma El Fna at night.
The three Norwegian women I met in Essaouira.
Gulls over the Atlantic.
Essaouira harbour.
View from atop the sea wall.
Some of the detail from the Ali ben Youssef Medersa.
Mosque in Marrakesh. It’s interesting how different they look from the ones we saw in Turkey.
Shine in Marrakesh
For some reason, I like the look of donkeys. They seem dependable and worthy of respect.
Marrakesh has a large wall around the whole of the old city, as well as smaller dividing walls inside.
The Koutoubia mosque is the largest in Marrakesh, standing out prominently near one corner of the Djemma El Fna.
From the terrace of my first hotel, you could get a glimpse of the old city from above.
This is a courtyard inside the Marrakesh museum, which I found by accident while I was completely lost in the souq.
The largest open space in the Marrakesh museum is a great place to have a rest and read.
The Ali ben Youssef Medersa is very open for a museum, allowing you to wander all over the place.