Madrid has one of the best looking airports I've seen before. However, most of those I have seen have been here in the US. It was still an impressive one. Very aesthetically pleasing.
Black and white shot of the wood paneling on the ceiling at the airport.
A black and white photo from one of the benches I sat on after walking up and down the terminal.
First shot taken in Morocco. For clarification, I mean the first photo I've taken since being in Morocco. Not the first shot Kris has taken since being in Morocco. (but probably the first since I had arrived.)
View from our door.
Photo from outside the door to Kris and my room looking out onto a tiled patio that Kris and I agreed should be filled with 4-6 inches of water.
... and this time in color.
Kris pondering how much water should be in this patio area.
The door to our room adjacent to Ron and Diane's room.
First photo of the medina in Marrakech on the first night of my stay. Yes. it's blurry, but it was my first of the night.
In the hotel room packing up for Ouarzazate. Take note of th African guy in the picture seen through a mirror. And then of course there is Kristian Woods.
Me not packing for Ouarzazate, but instead watching the Olympics.
Random village from our fast moving car (there are lots of shots like these... beware).
Kris said I needed more pictures of myself on my vacation. I of course knowing Kris would say that strategically wore my WMU shirt to represent.
Eerie how similar they can be.
Where we stopped to get lunch while traveling through the mountains.
Shot of the joint we had lunch. It was actually behind this building across a bridge and through a little garden.
You ask, "Are those cows?" Answer, "Yes, those are cows... on the roof... of a Truck!"
We had to ask that truck to Mooooove over.
Life along a riverbed.
Treacherous turns on the mountain pass road.
This would be a good shot if the French tourists weren't in the shot.
Again, the French are always messing up my shots.
Old wooden door with Berber artwork and a wooden lock.
View across the riverbed from the kasbah
Atop the Kasbah.
Diane photographing a stork's nest from the top of the kasbah
The kasbah was made of mud, donkey-doo, and straw. The roofs as well but in addition to wood and bamboo.
Painting on the inside of one of the kasbah towers.
I too, got a shot of the stork's nest. I guess he was out delivering a baby or something.
Up hill at Aït Benhaddou
Don't go telling the production company, but I snuck a few photos of the set of Prince of Persia. Looks pretty good http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0473075/.
Looking downhill towards the base of Aït Benhaddou.
Down river (maybe up river... there wasn't any water flowing for me to know)
The granary protected at the top of the hill from raiders... but not from tourists.
Kris and our tour guide.
Shot one, of the granary through a hole in the exterior wall of the fortress.
...and shot two.
Is that a mirage?
No. That is seriously a truck, with dolphins, playing a guitars, wearing a top hats, painted on it.
Rugs for sale at the Women's Cooperative. No, the one in the middle is not supposed to look like the Dos Equis.
A blue rug.
Garden in the middle of the cooperative.
For the first week it seemed to be quite hazy.
Shots from above the kasbah in Ourazazate. Take note of the satellite dishes.
Black and white photo from above the kasbah in Ourazazate
Black and white photo of the top of a mosque in Ouarzazate.
Rugs hanging in the kasbah at Ouarzazate.
... and those rugs in color.
I like to take pictures of people taking pictures.
... so much that I did it twice.
... and once in color!
Alley shot in the kasbah in Ouarzazate.
Along the way to Zagora there is a pull over where you see a sea of palm trees. So we got out and took pictures.
I took a piece of the action as well. This time I was reppin' Texas State!
Kris sending in his bets via text message.
These were the curtains in the bathroom of the hotel Ron and Diane slept in Zagora.
In case you needed to know...
Mecca is that-a-way!
Lobby of the hotel in Zagora
Ceiling of the lobby of the hotel in Zagora
He's got the whole world...
He's gonna blow up the world! Ahhhh!
Kris in the Sahara Desert
I was the non-Peace Corps Volunteer.
Michael and Kristian ran down the dune.
... and Kris wrote something illegible.
Just a shot of a lamp while we were in the Sahara
... and another shot.
Taking pictures of the moon was challenging because after WWII my hand isn't as steady as it used to be.
Moon photo attempt number 2.
Last time, I promise.
We all woke up to watch the sunrise in the Sahara.
Although it was hazy, it was still an amazing experience.
We slept under the stars of the Sahara.
Where the French slept.
Now a series of barren Morocco.
Famous sign that reads 52 days to Timbuktu.
Where the window used to be... (it was a bumpy ride). Mohammad, our tour guide, held the window in the front seat with him.
The Moroccan flags were EVERYWHERE!
Amazing rock forms on the way back to Ouarzazate.
This was my sorry excuse for keeping a journal.
This was my sorry excuse for a pleasant night of sleep.
Now begins photos of the family's fields.
This plot is of alfalfa to be fed to the livestock.
Psychadelic photo... maybe my camera ate a bad date.
This photograph is what I currently am using as my background of my desktop at home.
If I could, I'd turn this into a poster.
Take note of the kasbah behind me. Somewhere close by, people were celebrating a wedding.
So, after which, Mohammad asked if that was an American tradition. (It's more of a Reed an Kris tradition.) None-the-less, we all laughed.
This too is a Reed and Kris tradition. Staring competition.
I joke because this is how Kristian felt the whole time we were there.
Diane getting her henna redone by one of the local women who was said to be the best.
Observing his mom getting henna.
Diane had an itch the Ron enthusiastically tried to help with.
Kris thinks he's a better photographer than I am, but i review the photos after he's had my camera... Not the best photographer.
Grandma. She didn't join us because she was feeling ill.
Diane showing off her henna before Aisha served us dinner.
Homemade couscous with potato, carrot, peas, egg plant, and peppers. Yum!
All of the sudden there were goat in the middle of the road. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a picture of that.
Photos of the terrain on the way back to Marrakech.
While in Marrakech we visited the Koranic school. The next series of photographs are of that location.
That's not just artwork, that Arabic inscribed in the walls.
Although this caption has little to do with this photograph, I washed that shirt once I was home with other blues and dark colors. I really liked this shirt. It is now a light purple. I am, a little disappointed.
This is a poor photo of the souk in Marrakech.
This one is a little better. However, this shot makes the ground look somewhat pleasant. Don't be fooled! I'm just that good of a photographer.
He was making sandals.
Snake charmers want you to pay them if you take pictures. So I pretended I wasn't taking pictures, holding my camera down at my side.
Check them snakes out!
A demonstration of flash photography use when Kris is sleeping.
Kris, for some odd reason, didn't enjoy the late night photography.
The Koutoubia Mosque in Marrakech.
That... was a really big door.
Garden with the mosque in the background
The next series of pictures is almost for my mom. They are photos of the great Riad we stayed at the last three nights in Marrakech.
A total of six rooms, but the only rent out five.
My belief is that I'm on vacation... my room doesn't need to stay clean.
The médina night life. This photograph was taken from the second floor of a cafe.
Please take note of the preparing of goat brains.
Didn't believe me? Those are goat brains in the middle of this shot.
Motor scooters outside a cafe. It made me want to travel to Italy to take more photographs of motor scooters.
Kristian an I explored one of the palaces in Marrakech on my last day in the country.
The attention to detail and the intricate design of everything in the palace solidified to me that I was in a palace.
So you know, I attempted this shot three times because the guy on the right kept stepping into my shot.
That is one end of a ceiling.
Take notice of two things. First the arches and the wooden shapes in the upper section of the arches. Secondly, the palm trees stretching to the heavens. Just awesome.
So awesome that I decided to go all fancy photographer and try to get uniques shots.
The final garden in this palace was lush. Not everything was in bloom, but if it was I got a picture of it.
Just outstanding use of color throughout the palace.
This was my final picture I took in Morocco. There was a guard at the base of this wall. However, if I took his picture it was likely I would have gone to jail. What a beautiful country.
Had to get a few photos of the airport in Barcelona. Sure it looks a little empty. Most airports do at 4 A.M.
For those who haven't seen my cell phone, I have a picture of the yellow triangle with the guy tripping over a hump on the floor. My screen reads, "You Trippin'". So I have to get a picture of it on my camera.