A visual essay by Carlos de Javier
Red Endless Youth
Morocco
A vision by Carlos de Javier
Conrad describes the horizon on the sea as a shadow-line. A diffused space between the waves and the sky, a metaphor of the time between youth and adulthood. The desert is a lot like the sea. In one straight line you travel towards an endless frontier, as if going towards youth at full speed. I didn’t drive my Triumph Scrambler to the gates of the Sahara just to break some speed record. I did it because I wanted to be T.H. Lawrence, just for a a couple of days.
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The desert sand became soft. It made it impossible to cross the dunes and I was forced to stay the night, lost in the wide open, with only snakes and scorpions for company.
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It’s curious how the few inhabitants of this land prefer walking alongside their dromedaries; how they like to repose beneath a lonely acacia’s shade.
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The Big Atlas is North Africa's highest peak; up there one can witness the argelian Sahara’s sand storms distanced more than a 1000 kilometers away.
Words and photography. Carlos de Javier
Traveller/s
Carlos de Javier
Photographer
Carlos studied Art because he liked comics, until one day he discovered he was more interested in the story behind them. He is not a writer, nor does he draw. Carlos tells stories. That’s why he travels: to collect them.
@carlosdejavier
