I was here now organizing the logistics of Iceland’s trip for 2016 and I found myself thinking that all photo trips are different. Thanks God for that.
For years I organized photo trips where everything was supposed to look pretty, wonderful, sweet, clean, dynamic, etc. A serious casting was done for models and horses many months in advance, charts of this and that filed, and everything people and horses wore for the photos was decided and prepared long time before the trip actually happened, and all locations were picked after a serious scouting, GPS points taken down so that everything would be exactly the way I envisioned it.
Then I kind of started feeling tired of knowing in advance what would happen, down to the tiniest details. It was perfect for the people attending, because for them it was a surprise, but for me it was lots of stress and boring, and that is how I felt when I went to Morocco with Nicole and Susan, both colleagues and friends who I had traveled quite a lot with. I really wanted to get some freedom, freedom to accept whatever happened, to meet people, to let myself go as a photographer.
Morocco was a trip that was full of surprises, and they were all welcome. We had never been there, and all we knew was that we were in the hands of two very good guides. We had decided to stay in a village where no tourists go, we lived those days as much as possible like if we belonged there. No planned photo shoots, we just knew where we were going but we were open to whatever we saw. In this kind of photos we did not “judge”, because if you start looking for the pretty frame you will miss the street scenes, the daily life. Reality is the most beautiful frame, with its good and bad things, but if you manage to be an instrument and not a judgemental person, you get yourself above your vision of reality, and you become part of the real thing happening in front of you.
We were so focused on living those moments like if we were embedded on the houses or the walls, neutral and invisible, that nobody noticed us, three women walking around in a sea of men. We felt safe, because we were that place, those people, those carts, the donkeys, the vegetables. We were what we shot, we could not ask for anything more perfect.
Invisible, we were invisible, neutral, unbodied.
We felt blessed to witness and keep those street scenes in hour hearts. We lived every second like if it was meant to be, the rain, a storm, the wind, the sand, the lack of sleep, and friendship.
Busy people going past us, hurry, pain, worry, we could feel the emotions of the people around us.
You must be logged in to post a comment.