by shz

27th March 2007

Seven days after Morocco.

I still remember the lights, the beaming morning sun and the shimmering luminance. It felt like a dream being in a place where you were left for during your childhood and the place you dreamt to be when you grow up. My plan to see Morocco by 25 succeeded because of my parents and realized with my love life by my side.

The photos I brought back wasn’t speacial but my beautiful memories overtook it. The special photos are all in my head, couldn’t be shared. And that is such significance which made it so great.

 -Excerpt from the real journal, the small black book. And excerpt from memories are in photography.