I first traveled to Morocco in 1976. I had been a professional photographer for all of eighteen months and an art director at the Martin Agency in Richmond, Virginia hooked me up with the “Upper Nidderdale Youth Club Safari To Morocco”. It turned out that his sister was planning a trip for a local youth club in Northern Yorkshire. He convinced her that a photographer should document the trip. I had never been out of the U.S. so off I went. We had a Toyota Land Cruiser and a Land Rover to transport six teens and five adults. Technically, I was one of the adults, but it was close. I had twenty eight days of stiff shocks in trucks with right hand drive, water with iodine tablets for purification, cold showers, camping on an inch thick foam pad and 130 degree days with no air conditioning. It was wonderful! Twenty five years later I returned with my family and we stayed in fine hotels and traveled with a personal driver. One evening in Fez I sat on my balcony overlooking the walled city trying to take in all of the changes in my life between visits. I had changed a great deal but Fez looked exactly the same… except that all of the ancient roof tops now sported brand new TV satellite dishes.