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Our camels cast these early morning shadows across the parched desert
terrain. |
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While sharing an afternoon of tea and conversation, this loving mother plays
with her little girl. We spent the heat of the day under ancient palm trees
spread out on grass mats. |
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The desert reaches temperatures of over 130 degrees during the month of
March. To pass the time we had traditional tea for three hours, choosing
to travel in the early morning and at night. |
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The Pullar and Dogon are accomplished horsemen and fierce warriors. The
rider and horse act as one, easily overwhelming their opponents. |
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We came across this nomadic family early one morning, tending to their livestock.
Wealth for the Tuareg is measured in cattle, goats and camels. In the late
1970’s and 1980’s a drought had a devastating effect on all livestock, forcing
many to give up their nomadic way of life and try their life in a city.
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Women are the backbone of the Dogon family; caring for children, preparing
food, and growing crops. This Mother and child grind grain by hand with
the same slab of stone used by her grandmother. |
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Her smile says it all. The end of the day brings a sigh of relief and anticipation
of dinner and rest. |
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During a funeral ceremony the tallest of the masks, measuring over 21feet
or 7 meters, seems to appear from no where. At this point the entire village
peaks in excitement. |
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The eldest men of the Dogon pass the hot March days under their traditional
"hangar", discussing village affairs. This elder is dressed in traditional
Dogon cloth dyed to a red okra color. |
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The men are playing a traditional game carved out of a solid slab of rock.
The game has been played under this hangar for centuries. |
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