The Charcoal burners.
On my way through the Atlas towards the coast line, just outside taroudant I encountered these charcoal burner.
I was fascinated by their makeshift dwelling. Homes can take many shapes.
As much as I was struck and moved by their poverty and harsh conditions, they opened their stories to me and their dwelling.
They live here all year round and those lookouts are also their sleeping places. They proudly showed me around, and rightly so. Their ingenuity was incredible and so was the poetry in the detail. Everything had its place and was neatly arranged. We exchanged stories. I knew their home towns deep in the remote mountains, I had spent time there and often detoured a couple 100 km to get a special blend of spice for tajines specific to the. town. They had some too as a link to home. The little details by which we are all connected come in many shapes and form.