Welcome to our Market
People busy themselves with selling, bartering and buying on the dusty tracks of a well trodden market square.
Cattle Cart
Zebu bulls drive a cart to the marketplace in time for its villagers to meet at the scene.
Sunday Best
Fuchsia hats and Vermillion skirts dazzle one’s eyes as crowds gather in this village.
Happy Meeting
Two friends bump into one another on a Sunday morning.
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.
Village Locals
A dog skippers from one stall to another, always on the lookout for a titbit or two.
Tricycle Driver
A heavy duty tricycle cart is used to move loads about the market square.
Carted Family
A father and his children make their way to a nearby village on market day.
Business as Usual
A friendly smile and a slick pair of shades go a long way when trying to attract customers to your stall.
Early Steps
A baby makes his first steps as he gets used to the bustle of village life in rural Madagascar.
You’re It
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.
Emmanuel
His crinkled skin and cataracts give away his age. Emmanuel has seen his family grow up in the rural landscape of central Madagascar.
Motherly Chat
Two mothers decked in dazzling colors discuss life at a local market. Malagasy clothing has strong roots in Indian culture.
Busy Road
The main highway is filled with people and machines alike as everybody rushes to and from the market square.
Blue Hatch
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.
Settlements
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.
Sacred Rock
A conical rock, sacred to local tribes, juts out of the calm waters of a bay in Northern Madagascar.
Red Bark
Trees lining the shore had a deep red wood and broad leaves.
Leafy Foreground
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.
Muslim Boys, Diego Suarez
Two brothers lean over the sacred walls of one of the oldest mosques in the Indian Ocean. The whole north of Madagascar felt dilapidated. A place forgotten by time.
Adnan
His family have lived in this province for generations. Muslims are a minority in Madagascar but make up a large fraction of the country’s fishermen, textile workers, carpenters and traders. The Indian Ocean has long washed up people of different races, cultures and religions.
Palm Courtyard
Palm trees and tropical plants spring from the earth in the ruins of this building in Diego Suarez. The ceiling had long caved in and the walls were just about balancing in their upright stance.
Tuk Tuk
A motorized scooter taxi weaves its way through the sun drenched streets of Diego Suarez. this abandoned colonial building, one of many, served well as a shady look out spot to watch life go by.
Balancing Act
Wobbly scaffolding supports a crumbling arch that adorns the top of this colonial building in Diego Suarez. British, French and Portuguese relics lie in abundance in Madagascar’s second capital.