I came across this scene in a ruin of a bathhouse in Marakech, Morroco. It reminded me of a still life (no pun intended) straight out of the 17Th century. There was another photographer taking pics of the building too; he had an assistant carrying his stand and equipment, we where both trying to stay out of each other’s way, but I could’nt help notice how he looked at me; with a look of, Is he crazy, or mmm, should I take that shot too? Anyway I’m sure he got a pick too as soon as I left, but did’nt want me to see that he had taken inspiration from a novice. So even in death, inspiration lives on and on.