Morocco Workshop

At dawn, hot air balloons lifted us quietly over northern Morocco, the burner’s pulse the only sound as cities and countryside came into focus below. From the air, Chefchaouen’s blue streets formed abstract grids, Fes stretched endlessly in muted earth tones, and the Atlantic edge caught the first light of day. Minarets rose through morning haze, villages stirred awake, and long shadows revealed patterns invisible from the ground. The flights produced some of the most honest, unrepeatable frames of the entire journey.