sahara desert, morocco; 1987. somewhere near the ocean, as we drove from marrakesh to casablanca to essaouira, and further south of agadir, then into the desert as far as the law would allow. at the time i was there, it was prohibited to venture far into the desert without guides and guards, as the warring between the arabs and the berbers was unpredictable, especially for travelers. so i pushed the limits of what was allowed on a daily basis, always trusting my instincts, but also respecting the locals. traveling along the empty coastal stretches was a driving experience, not only for the sensation of doing it, but for the solitude and the beauty. it’s always somewhere to be found. you just have to seek it.

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