Wide-eyed with concern, tourists ran to the safety of their hotels and clambered up to the roof. The streets had become a river of people singing, chanting, yelling, crying. History was unfolding. Without a thought, I ran downstairs, camera in hand. But I let the most iconic image slip through my hands. I missed the […] Wide-eyed with concern, tourists ran to the safety of their hotels and clambered up to the roof. The streets had become a river of people singing, chanting, yelling, crying. History was unfolding. Without a thought, I ran downstairs, camera in hand. But I let the most iconic image slip through my hands. I missed the … Read More
The photo I missed: A nation’s grief in Morocco
