Dmina view looking south.
Full moon Atlantic sunset
(Les Figuiettes, Monday 1st June 2015)
It is a requirement, to travel
all the way to the Mahgreb
to see an African moon rise, late afternoon
performing the eastern sky
accompanied by the slow, serene
withdrawal of a setting sun
on an indefinable Atlantic horizon.
Layers of atomised grey and blue
and watercolour blends, of violet
orange, pink, and gold
defy all attempts to differentiate
true horizon.
Somewhere, water changes into air,
Where is the boundary?
Which part is moisture laden salt and dust?
What part mirage?
Why do we persist in futile, dubious quests
to know the unknowable,
name the ephemeral,
discriminate the intangible,
explain the inexplicable,
and destroy all the mystery.
Dogs bark, a donkey brays
Distant human voices mark leave-takings and last calls
And the dark comes
Unsurprisingly,
on the roof of a Moroccan house.
Dmina view looking west to the Atlantic.
The soft geometry of a rural landscape
(Looking out from Dmina, Tuesday 2nd June 2015)
Dmina view looking south.
Broad fabric of fields spreads north to south
and west, across easy valleys
to an undulating horizon of pale mountains.
Early morning haze, cool to the eye, disperses.
A continuous, wide-angle of atmospheric perspective;
an artist’s manual of instruction by observation.
In the middle distance, the soft geometry of hand made fields
follows loosely some mathematical principles,
of pattern, halves, quarters, repetition and deviation.
Closer, fine dust carried on wind, coats roads and crops
grass rippled pastures and fields of ready wheat
shimmer with continual movement.
Fields around Dmina.
Cucumbers, beans, potatoes, tomatoes
(Assilah, Friday 5th June 2015)
Abundance is always a surprise.
In colour, it is forceful
yet nuanced, with infinite inflections.
As shape, it resonates,
dynamic, pulsating with a charge
of likeness and variance
stimulating to the senses,
teasing the eye.
Two Assilah market boys work the street
alike, but different, they
thrust their distinctive tout and hype
in the direction of all who pass.
Does everyone see
they are two of the same?
Are they brothers
or twins?
A trick of the eye?
A mirage,
animated, exuberant,
extravagant, potent
a magnified experience,
this power of two.
The abundance of life
so vibrant.
Assilah street market.