Slowly he takes his steps, leaning on his cane as if carrying time itself. The narrow alley around him is enveloped in a play of light and shadow, where the sun makes its way between the ancient walls. Every tile under his feet has already felt thousands of footsteps, every crack in the wall has heard stories lost in the echoes of the city.
Marrakech is changing, but some things remain the same. The rugs hanging in the souks, the electricity wires running through the city like veins, the smell of mint and spices hanging in the air. And he, a man who may have been walking the same path for decades, at a pace that only he determines.
His gaze is downcast, not out of haste, but out of concentration. Not just on the road he is travelling, but perhaps also on the memories passing in his mind. Is this a route he has always walked? Is there a destination behind this journey, or is it simply the routine of the day?
The atmosphere is hushed and timeless, a moment where past and present merge. This image brings a sense of transience and calm to a space, a reminder of the beauty of the slow, the unremarkable, the human.
Each photograph is a doorway to another world.
Maybe a world you recognise, maybe one you only discover as soon as you look at it.
Sometimes they are fragments of a memory that never really existed, sometimes a feeling you can't put into words.
In my photography, I search for..
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