Welcome to our Market
People busy themselves with selling, bartering and buying on the dusty tracks of a well trodden market square.
Zebu bulls drive a cart to the marketplace in time for its villagers to meet at the scene.
An ox herd steers his Zebu bulls along the dusty track, bringing his produce of fresh vegetables to market.
A father and his children make their way to a nearby village on market day.
Two friends bump into one another on a Sunday morning.
A heavy duty tricycle cart is used to move loads about the market square.
Fuchsia hats and Vermillion skirts dazzle one’s eyes as crowds gather in this village.
Unidentified Rolling Object
A boy wheels some contraption along the sandy floor of a Malagasy village. Sunday mornings often offer up the best market pieces.
A dog skippers from one stall to another, always on the lookout for a titbit or two.
Business as Usual
A friendly smile and a slick pair of shades go a long way when trying to attract customers to your stall.
A baby makes his first steps as he gets used to the bustle of village life in rural Madagascar.
An early game of tag ensues in a close family circle. As mothers watch over their young children, their husbands man stalls at the village market.
Coping with the Heat
Central Madagascar can become intolerably hot in the middle of the dry season. A nap in the shade is a luxury that all market workers would appreciate.
His crinkled skin and cataracts give away his age. Emmanuel has seen his family grow up in the rural landscape of central Madagascar.
Two mothers decked in dazzling colors discuss life at a local market. Malagasy clothing has strong roots in Indian culture.
The main highway is filled with people and machines alike as everybody rushes to and from the market square.
A wooden home makes a perfect dwelling for anyone fond of the sea and the smells of an aged garden.
Hung Out to Dry
Fishing nets and ropes are left hitched up on tree barks to dry off in the afternoon sun.
With the promise of work in the tourist industry in the more affluent northern towns, settlers from all over the country make their homes on the outskirts of these areas.
A conical rock, sacred to local tribes, juts out of the calm waters of a bay in Northern Madagascar.
Trees lining the shore had a deep red wood and broad leaves.
A wild banana plant emerges from the dry scrubland, its leaves bowing gently in the soft wind and beckoning passers by towards the ocean.
Bay at Twilight
A mangled tree and conical rock have born witness to past events of piracy and smuggling, all of which have been lost to the clutches of time.
Red Sky at Night
As amber clouds roll in above the coconut palms, villagers retreat to their seaside homes, the promise of rain heavy in the evening air.