I stood for about 15 minutes, video camera on standby, waiting for this jackass to do the trumpeting braying performance, but he just wandered around eating grass. Kinda a peephole/spy camera view, yeah? That’s my wide angle adapter I’m holding.
Consecutive days with rainfall in Tamba: 7 Ratio of days in the village to days out of the village: 1:2 Maximum number of weeks the garden fence was intact before part fell down: 3 Meals I cooked for my compound: 1 Ratio of profit from jewelry sales that the women’s group distributed among themselves in […]
In Senegal there are merchants who specialize in gris-gris supplies—goat horns, porcupine quills, cowrie shells, and the like for making fetishes. These little leather pouches are practically the first thing that a village newborn wears, and from that moment on people keep them tied around arms, necks, waists, and car steering columns. Though their place […]
Riding a bus in Dakar, trying to absorb the brilliant blue post-storm sky, passing groups of men sitting the day away and rams tied to trees along the median, I felt how the city is still a whole, pulsating organism to me. It remains foreign and exotic—sensory overload in every glance. I worry that when […]
On Saturday afternoon Molly and I went shopping in downtown Dakar near the Marché Sandaga, a sprawling mess of fabric stores and sidewalk vendors. We pushed our way past stalls selling fake gold and imitation brand name shirts, running a gauntlet of jewelry peddlers and men pushing carved figurines and patchwork bags in our foreign, […]
I visited Glen’s village last week, and we climbed a hill to see where a monster supposedly ate a white person years ago. We didn’t find the monster, but the view was spectacular: I uploaded more photos of Glen’s site and the Bakel area, which is reportedly a scorched wasteland for most of the year. […]