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Sheepherding
I had the chance to ride some great, naturally wild Kazakh horses in order to help a local man herd his sheep on the Golden Steppe of Kazakhstan. My friend snapped this John Wayne photo towards the end of the day.
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Best Wedding Ever!
I had the pleasure of being invited to attend a true Kazakh wedding. Towards the end of the evening, one of the brothers of the bride really showed his joy, and I had the fortune of snapping a photo of what I consider the happiest picture ever: a man, his son, and a balloon all dancing amongst his clapping friends and family.
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One Cow, Five Months
Here is Morat showcasing the meat from a recently slaughtered cow. The beef, which spanned two table lengths, will feed him and his family for quite some time. When asked for how long, he succinctly responded, "One cow, five months."
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The Heart of the Matter
Here my friend, Morat, showcases a cow heart, picked up from a table featuring beef recently slaughtered and placed out on the tables in their winter room. The meat from one cow covered up to two tables altogether. The meat was frozen and used throughout the year. With temperatures dropping as low as -40 C, there wasn't really a need for freezers. Gotta love the man's meat pride.
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Ana
Beautiful woman in my southeast village who treasured a late afternoon stroll as i did
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My Husband
Bubacarr was the youngest son of the director of the bush hospital where I worked. One day he came to me and said that since he is Muslim, he get's to have 5 wives, and I was going to be his first. I told him that was fine, as long as I got to have 5 husbands. He was ok with that, as long as he was the one in charge. Then I told him that he had to give me a bride price, a present for being his wife. He thought about it for a minute, then me what he would give me as my bride price "Manda...
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Me and the boys
In this picture are the two sons of the director of the bush hospital where I worked. In the white shirt is the oldest, Mylamin. And in my arms is the 6 year old Bubacarr.
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La Mandarina
My site is perched on a hill next to the last bit of Paraguay’s Upper Parana jungle. Twenty-five years ago, it consisted of little more than a handful of indigenous families surrounded by barely-accessible roads and intimidating rainforest, thick as a howler monkey’s beard. From the air, the forest would have resembled distant ruffled moss, polka-dotted pink and yellow by blooming Tajy trees. Today, the land is mostly red dirt. Bald. Deforested. Over the decades, my site transformed in...
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Riding a horse
This is me riding a horse for the first time in Paraguay. I later bought my own.
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Yerba
A long aisle of yerba, the shredded, dried plant needed to make terere or mate.
