Jemaa el-Fnaa, Marrakech.
Time is running rapidly away as these days of our life appear out of the haze of our slumber, where we shake the dreams from our eyes and are born, once more, into this world we walk within. This world, our world, where the light and shadow of a single day is split in two by night and day.
I’m going back in time now, through my pictures, with memories framed and words to stand beside them. There, they will become statue still, where you can take them or leave them. And where, at the very least, and from a subjective point of view, some of the flux of life will have been caught and expressed as it was witnessed.
And so it begins, pictures as a diary, dates as a title, and the mad, dizzying pace of life held still in a series of frames to rest.