This is one of favorite villages in Africa. On my first visit in 2001, the people were very friendly to this photographer. When I returned 7 years later, I brought prints to give the people. Konso tribe, Busso village, Omo region, Ethiopio.
This mother graciously allowed me to photograph her in 2001. Seven years later, I brought her a print. Konso tribe, Busso village, Omo region, Ethiopia
In 2001, I photographed the old man with sticker still on his thick glasses holding his pillow/chair. Seven years later the old man had died. His son cried when he received a print, the only thing he had to remember his father.
The woman sorting sorghum made a great image in 2001. Seven years later she holds the print.
My idea of giving the Mursi cameras: they would photograph tourists as they snapped the Mursi. I taught my guide and driver how to use the cameras so they could teach the Mursi and I could photograph the event.
While tourists have photographed them, this is the first time these Mursi warriors—considered the most fierce of the Omo tribes—held a camera. Unfortunately I chose a remote village where no tourists came in the two weeks of my stay. Did you happen to see the beginner photographers' AK47s?
Tourists come from all over the world to photograph the Mursi women with their lip and ear plates. But no tourists came to the remote village where I was camped, so the Mursi photographed each other. Naturally, I snapped the excited first-time photographers who asting like kids with a new toy..
This is one of favorite villages in Africa. On my first visit in 2001, the people were very friendly to this photographer. When I returned 7 years later, I brought prints to give the people. Konso tribe, Busso village, Omo region, Ethiopio.
This mother graciously allowed me to photograph her in 2001. Seven years later, I brought her a print. Konso tribe, Busso village, Omo region, Ethiopia
In 2001, I photographed the old man with sticker still on his thick glasses holding his pillow/chair. Seven years later the old man had died. His son cried when he received a print, the only thing he had to remember his father.
The woman sorting sorghum made a great image in 2001. Seven years later she holds the print.
My idea of giving the Mursi cameras: they would photograph tourists as they snapped the Mursi. I taught my guide and driver how to use the cameras so they could teach the Mursi and I could photograph the event.
While tourists have photographed them, this is the first time these Mursi warriors—considered the most fierce of the Omo tribes—held a camera. Unfortunately I chose a remote village where no tourists came in the two weeks of my stay. Did you happen to see the beginner photographers' AK47s?
Tourists come from all over the world to photograph the Mursi women with their lip and ear plates. But no tourists came to the remote village where I was camped, so the Mursi photographed each other. Naturally, I snapped the excited first-time photographers who asting like kids with a new toy..