THROUGH THE HIGH DESERT
We thought that the ride from Taroudant to the old caravan site at Ait Ben Haddo would be bleak with scrub brush and trash along the highway. But almost immediately we were in low barren hills and then the hills began to take on wonderful colors and the shapes of ancient seabed rose up to stripe the hills into a patchwork quilt of multicolors and shapes.
And it was barren with enormous stranded rocks and almost no vegetation or life at all and almost no sign of humans. But along the edges of almost dry stream beds were small villages and garden patches of bright green and birch trees with green leaves that were silver underneath.
High in the mountains beside a pile of rocks under a wide blue sky an Egyptian student at Warren Wilson College phoned me to ask for a yearly contribution, which seemed as good a place as any to give one.
And a little further on on a high plateau we encountered Hussein, who had built a folk art wall of colored stones to attract people like us and when we stopped Hussein came out of his little hut with no other habitation to be seen for miles around and sold us some fossils in polished rock and then we took our photographs with Hussein who gave Susie an additional handful of colored rocks and an Arab kiss on the cheek for both of us.
As we approached Ait Ben Haddo the sky darkened and a rainbow appeared in front of us and we rode through hail and a light rain to a muddy Ait Ben Haddo where we spent the night in another magical town.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 
Loved your pleasing compositions of texture and some subtile colors.