Twelve, thirteen, fourteen

2012 began with a slight loss of vision in the left eye, Intissar, Farouk and many others, a Canon EOS 500D, a variety of music, from country, rock, to fusion, leaving behind my last lie, the one about being 17 in the order to begin 2012 in the place I began it in, and a full-of-adventures, meetings which turned to strong feelings, fun and principles year, it also left behind December, some kind of tribute to my 3 years of passion for photography which made me think of some photos that have taken refuge in my hard drive, mostly taken with my Olympus MJU 300 Digital, or cell phones. A few ones, laid bare to you.

                    13 years old, taken on a summer afternoon bathed in a fishy odor in Essaouira

13 years old, taking while trekking with my best friend in Oukaimeden

14 years old, car's window

 13 years old, Taghazout

12 years old, first time in Ourika and Oukaimeden, first time I tried winter sports

12 years old, view from a restaurant's window on the coast. I remember having been shocked by the prices, also, I didn't return there since that time. This photo was taken with my Xpress Music, in its heyday and youth.

 14 years old, week-end at a friend's I totally lost contact with, in Dar Bouazza,

Very bad framing

13 years old, on a cliff in Aghroud, the best place I could swim at that summer 

14 years old, following 3 guys in Oued Merzeg

Bloggers Afaf (on the right) and Marwa (on the left), a pair of sisters I appreciate a lot and I, at "behind the masks".

First minutes of 2012