Runaway Narrative

Capturing the essence of a city can be a beautiful, enriching experience. It can also come with its challenges. One minute, you are capturing a candid moment between a doting mother and her child, or some random person dressed in eccentric attire who eats up every second of attention you give them (oftentimes at the expense of some spare change). The next minute, you are being cursed and screamed at for daring to acknowledge and want to capture a person’s uniqueness in a sea

It was 2023, Rabat, Morocco, and for days I had been watching the set up and preparation for something apparently huge - well at least significant. Big trucks hauling tents, outdoor lighting, hay, and horses rolled by, just outside my apartment - one by one - all throughout the day and most of the night. Traffic in general had increased almost exponentially as word had spread about what was to come. The excitement within the community was building. People were parking t

Being someone who hates having notifications just sitting there unopened, I grabbed up my phone in a manner that reflected my frustration and angst. It was a message like so many I'd received in the previous days; an offer to stay somewhere until I could leave again. (Please know that I will always be very grateful for each and every one of those offers- just to be clear.) Admittedly, I did ultimately dismiss them because no one ever before included pictures and a link. And t

Things did not work out for the Canadian and me. (Note: I refer to him as "the Canadian" not for any reason to belittle but out of requested anonymity.) In short, we were vastly different people on our own paths pursuing very different goals. If there were ever two people who stood in each other's way simply by doing their own lives, it was us. One might wonder just how we were standing in each other’s way during a global lockdown. Well, I’d found out that he was “