I remember feeling a distinct mellowness compared to my other experiences in Moroccan cities – we called it an ‘Essaouira’ thing. Smooth surf afternoons would descend onto tajine-filled evenings overlooking the medina (a good way to spend several days). Maybe it’s the sound of seagull squawks carrying through ocean-breezed air or the endless sound of waves breaking in the distance. It all seems to coalesce into a pleasant symphony. I ended up spending most of my time getting purposefully lost and wandering the city with my camera. A labyrinth of alleyways, artisan shops, and European inspired architecture are a-plenty and they don’t disappoint.
When I work on documenting a place, most of what I attempt to capture in my photographs are mere observations of the ordinary – trying to secure an unguarded moment that passes in front of my lens (it’s harder than it sounds). One of my favourite places to work on this was at the fishing harbour. There is something so authentic about the place. A constant commotion of labour and raw human interaction in what seems like a totally different world. I think I went to the harbour every single day while I was there… definitely worth checking out if you find yourself in Essaouira.
Mark is a wandering photographer from Canada chasing an elusive artistic vision with his camera slung by his side. He has a degree in Environmental Studies, a specialization in Earth Systems Science, and if he’s not looking through a viewfinder out at the streets of a foreign country he’s consuming literature about photography & planning his next journey. He has spent time photographing in Morocco and India, and hopes to further document stories throughout Africa and Asia.