Burning weeds and underbrush is a very efficient way to clean an otherwise wild area.
It only takes a few days and the burned area is emerald green and ready for the birds and countless other little creatures to take up residence.
So happy to be a "False Painter".
A few camels on the horizon
Now and then Life out of nowhere, by a water well. And then nothing for a long while and then all of a sudden color, lots and lots of it.
On either side of the road a fantastic scene repeated over and over. Riders on Arabian horses. Diaphanous material of azure blue, citrine yellow, emerald green, iridescent studded jewels and gems, and kohl black eyes.
Astride, on the first Arabian horse a most beautiful woman sitting in front of a handsome Rider. The next woman on a horse, by herself, also beautiful, the next and then the next, a little older a little less beautiful and then a woman dressed in black on a donkey.
Where were they all going? A fantastic scene. And I couldn't take pictures. I was warned not to take pictures of women in North Africa. But never mind, the picture is still vivid in my mind and I am going back to Marrakech in September.
And then outside of a small village a huge gathering. It was market day. That is where everyone was going; to the weekly Market.
Every animal imaginable was being traded or sold.