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circle of love
three of my favorite little people caught in a moment of love.
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mushroom gatherers
This photo was taken during my Peace Corps service in Zambia (2003-2005) at Lake Chibesha, in the Mwinilunga District of Northwestern Province. These women emerged silently from the bush, carrying basins overflowing with mushrooms.
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School Garden Project
The whole community got involved throughout this project!
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All the pretty colors...
Chameleon on my fence in Sakaramy, Madagascar
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Another, and another, and another...and one more for good measure.
Similar to various other Peace Corps countries, transportation in Madagascar was always very entertaining...as long as you had a bit of patience, and flexibility...physical flexibility. I was waiting for a car in Sakaramy for about 45 minutes, and at 7am one finally showed up. Now keep in mind this car was tiny; a Geo Metro would have seemed to have luxurious amounts of space compared to this car. While in my home village of Sakaramy, we loaded two huge bushels of bananas on top of the ca...
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Translation: Good Choices Camp
Volunteers from various sectors in the northern region of Madagascar came together to plan a camp focusing on life choices. We each brought 4-6 youth from our villages. Campers were provided with transportation, three nutritious meals a day, and educational activities regarding environmental issues, nutrition, safe sex, and why it is important to continue their education.
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Saosihifatra Celebration
The village celebrates after the succesful installation of three large windmill generators!
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training like cheerleaders
PCV training in Malawi 1991.
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monkey see monkey do
On Lake Malawi, there was a place called Cape McClear. On this Cape, there is a place called Monkey Bay. I would escape from work and go stay in a hut to watch the beautiful sunsets. The locals would make me pancakes and bananas for breakfast. The monkeys would come and grab the banana peels, grab the fruit out of the tourists hands. and play on the steps. They saw no evil, heard no evil, and spoke no evil.
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They can smell my fear…
Yes, I think they can smell fear, and no I am not talking about hyenas, or jackals; I am talking about camels. Those damn camels! I love them even though they are being big jerks. I am becoming scared of them. A few weeks ago, a camel was strangely offended by me. He had run towards me, kicking up his heels and tossing his head like a silly, upset horse. I had just stood there, not sure what he was trying to do. It wasn’t until later that I realized that he could have easily kicked me in the ...
