This little cross-eyed boy is my neighbor. He loves coming over when he hears my voice on the other side of the courtyard wall. Like all the other kids here he loves to have his picture taken, and then see himself on the viewer on my camera. 🙂
Farming is a major industry here – it’s the primary means of survival for most of the Burkinabe. They have no tractors or other farm implements. Instead they plow the fields with oxen, and the entire family is expected to pitch in and work the land. Here is a group of boys out cultivating a field.
I took this photo when I went for a walk one night along the African plain with Wes and Zazie. This little boy with his hand in his pants is not uncommon to see. Most of the kids seem to Continue reading →