It was 3:00 in the morning, the cold air of the Sahara piercing through our spines, the camp was restful from yesternight’s merriment. In the quiet of daybreak, the camels grunt from a distance as we prepared for the remaining days of the trip, to create more images and to bask in the unfathomable grace of seeing the mysterious outstretched desert, the enormous icy High Atlas, the vast fields of vibrant greens and yellows. Each road trip was a feast to the eyes, each scene screams glory. We rode the camels to the deeper part of the desert, unbeknownst where they may lead.

Many months ago, when countries began to open its borders gradually but certainly, we flew to one utterly astounding, culture-rich country that is Morocco. We traversed its great outdoors and traveled approximately 2425 kilometers from one beautiful town and city after the other, drove a total of about 39 hours in a van for the pre-wedding session of Dustin and Isabel. From the old streets of Marrakesh to the sapphire-tinged town of Chefcha0uen; from the vibrant souks of Fes to the many other fascinating sceneries and stopovers, Morocco continues to prove itself as a playful dream in a rough-hewn landscape gifted with so