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After the Rains
This photo was taken the day after a big rain. The path was flooded, and you can see the towers from the village Mosque in the distance.
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Peace Corps Induction
After swearing in someone got the bright idea to steal the PC flag that was used and then the ideas started rolling from there with what to do with it. Please note that I have receieved permission to use this photo from each subject and that they are NOT nude as the picture might suggest. Names will not be added.
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abuelita y nieta
My host grandmother and her granddaughter had a very special relationship.
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Sahara
A camel trek in Merzuga in the south of Morocco.
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Keeping Up
Hired helpers were trying to keep up at an Azeri village wedding.
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Through the Field
Visiting my friend's site and talking a walk through the fields at sunset.
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Strawberry Boy
A small boy buying strawberries at a small market in Marrakech.
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Kite Surfing
Kite surfing tournament in Essaouria, Morocco
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Love and Handwriting
There is not a word in English or Tetun, the ancient agricultural language of Timor, that describes how the Timorese teachers at out training feel about my handwriting. All of the teachers turn in evaluations or the rare assignment they use an exquisite cursive script. It looks like everything they write is an invitation to a wedding. And here’s me with a fetid, scurvy, mush of letters better suited to tearful break ups and serial killers. Horrified does not cover their distaste, la di...
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Knock Knock.
Today my Alim Cansio had a bunch of friends roughly our age over. They had two big containers of palm wine. Cansio killed a chicken and tossed onto the coals of a fire feathers and all. It cooked quickly and dried out. Soon we were breaking off delicious stringy meat and drinking. The day was too hot for drink and soon I was loopy. Cansio’s friends kept quizzing me about life in America. I scrolled through my foggy mind for something interesting and decided to explain knock knock jok...
