Turning our lenses to a sight of rust coloured stone arches, formations shaped by water and wind. The whimsy and wonder of Morocco’s sweeping coves leaves us in awe – a feeling that challenges our understanding of the natural world. Its forceful presence opposed to our insignificance feels strangely comforting.
As we witness the afternoon sun roll around the red rocks, shape and colour seem to shift the setting with ease. Solely the gentle motion of crashing waves is left while the arched silhouettes fade into the horizon. Recalling a shy air of solitude, as we leave with the resolve to return.