In April, 2013, my father, who was an avid photographer in his Navy years while stationed in Morocco and Cuba sixty years ago, passed away after a long battle with Parkinson’s and COPD. It was devastating blow. We were close! His influence of photography and yearning to experience different cultures around the world had stayed with me all my life. His work was so inspiring in my own photography. We spent many hours together, him telling me all about the magic of Morocco – how I must see it one day. His favorite say was a quote by Augustine of Hippo, “The world is a book, and those who don’t travel only read one page.” When my father died, I knew it was time to this, as he had described, “place of wonder” with my camera, as he had done long ago.
In May, 2014, I traveled to Morocco for 14 days with a photography tour group. The itinerary to my pleasant surprise listed almost every place my father had been in 192. My heart literally skipped a few beats each time I visited the same places and locations he, too, had with his camera – old food markets in Casablanca or the Berber and Roman Ruins and souks of Marrakesh. Not only was I on a trip of a lifetime, but a pilgrimage to my late father.
Would I return to Morocco? The people, the music, the food, the landscapes and the culture were dear to my father. Now, that I have experienced the “magic of Morocco”, yes I will…(big grin).