Piece by Piece
The film is reaching completion.
These images will open the film, set against the voice of our friend and Moroccan rapper, Adam.
We are on the Ramparts that dot along the side of Essaouira, south eastwards, carrying on by the newly renovated port.
As a kid in Scotland it was all about castles.
Then we moved to Quebec.
There were castles, and they were called Chateau, like Chateau Champlain, or Frontenac. But they turned out to be hotels.
Go south into the US and they become forts. And they are forts, much similar to castles.
Back here we in Essaouira refer to the structure as a fort.
Portugese in origin.
All the kit and kaboodle with the ramparts and cannons.
I am still a kid, scrambling over the cannons to get the best view.
And on a day like this with the wind blasting a beast, a white froth that resembles large snow flakes is blowing in the wind and catching in the rocks.
Could this be an Essaouira Christmas?
This moving picture or image has been adjusted to compensate for the wind that often blasts through Essaouira.
Check out the original version below.
We have an 8th episode on the soup Harira, to produce, and then finish with the spirit of the surf, in collaboration with a surf school here.
The Art of Movement
I like the way Tom Ford makes his films . Every scene could be a photograph.
Moving images.
Adding this to our latest production would be tempting.
Marie is excelling in the art of editing and Final Cut.
Can you stabilise this , Marie?
Yes, she replies.
Its often windy here.
And I hand hold.
If I wanted to use a tripod, I would be forever applying for a permit.
And anyway I have a healthy lazy street.
Its about 815am on this the 7th of December as we near the end of another year.
Its 13c right now.
We have our coffees.
And then there are the birds.
With their fly bus.
And their sounds
These guys are quite an act.
As imagined they all hold fort in pairs.
Far to the right is a dappled grey chap.
Im thinking he must be an adolescent.
Some have long necks, some no necks.
I have counted the different sounds that come out of them.
They often appear to prefer to walk to flying.
The guy here might be the sameJimmy, with a crook left leg,
from Asmara.
You never know.
Dunes and Grafittti.
Now that's cool.
And that howling wind that spits the sand in your eyes
Waves rolling in like white horses.
There aint nobody for miles.
Then this dog shows up
Making Marie nervous
We live on top of the world with these guys, and sometimes we need to help them. Eventually I got him out and away but I think something had happened to his wings.
Essaouira: The Art of Riding a Camel: The Movie
Chapter 1: The Port
Visit our Channel, Urban Buddhist, to follow the construction of our short film on Essaouira.
The process is a true joy.
Seagulls, cats and all are like the icing on the cake.
Here we have an excerpt from the first chapter.