Now I remember that I lost my journal and lost my days. It was lunch

time at Todra Gorge not far from the Sahara desert. I had lost my

journal and the descriptions of days that had flown by—a kaleidoscope

of colors, scents, scenes, draped figures, mystery, red rocks and unending

pictures in my mind as well as many, many rolls of film.

I look back in wonder at our week in Morocco and all that we had

seen and all that we had experienced. The shadows of Morocco were a

play on persons as well as places.

 

               Photographs by Jane Kerr.................................................