Farmland and simple houses make up this nondescript village, where people are happy enough living off the land and children are still amused by wooden toys.
Lost in Undergrowth
One so often finds himself taking shelter from the sun under the shade of a tree when traveling in Africa. It is in these moments of quiet solitude that opportunities to photograph wildlife and plants present themselves.
A shy girl looks on from the safety of her farm.
No pavements or tarmac exists in this place. Where no plants grow, sand fills up the crooked roads and village pathways.
Footprints in the Sand
Villagers, zebu cattle, mules, chickens, dogs and cats have all taken the same road to the village core. Friendly calls and good mornings stream across the humid air.
A young boy walks by the edge of an arable field in Ambanja.
A boy peddles his way into market. His item for sale is one plump chicken.
Haggling for a Chicken
Deciding on a price for this chicken was serious business for our driver, Doric.
Marjou, Market Hawker
His preferred mode of transport to and from his village was a trusty bicycle. Chickens, baskets of fruit and vegetables, and bundles of clothes were piled up in a heap and peddled into the local market.
Market Seller, Ambanja
A busy poultry and agricultural market takes place in Ambanja every Sunday morning. Traders from nearby villages meet to sell their produce along the network of stalls.
A Terrapin makes its way across a tarmac road. If one’s pool dries up in the hot weather, other sources of water must be sought.
In true Malagasy spirit, the facade and doors of a primary school are painted in melodious colors.
A Malagasy mother from Ambanja, Sonja watches over her children as they play with fiends in open fields.
As in many other parts of Africa, Malagasy women carry loads upon their heads. Fasume had begun her long walk to Ambanja’s main marketplace.
A talented young footballer, Arnie and his friends spend all of their free time on the dusty pitch behind their village church.
Decked out in colorful Sunday clothes, these children posed for a photograph before helping their mother cook lunch.
Sand and clay suffice as a rudimentary sunblock for this young lady.
Children in Madagascar will grow up supporting the football team belonging to the kit that they first received from foreign aid workers.
A window onto a small patch of garden heightens the senses on an otherwise languid afternoon.
A quiet and unassuming wooden chapel stands between the branches of tamarisk and baobab trees.