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    A Maasai tribesman in his village by: georgi_kate Views[237] A couple of Maasai tribesmen take some time out in the Maasai Mara, Kenya by: georgi_kate Views[195] A Maasai tribesman by: georgi_kate Views[195] “Balancing with Nature”. The role of nature and people’s responsibility towards it is still unclear it seems in many parts of southern India. This river runs along the edge of Saraguru and while it is revered (a temple can be seen in the middle of the river) and valued for its role in agricultural irrigation and domestic uses, certain practices such as washing clothes along the bank introduces soaps and toxins into the water. This is affecting some of the fish populations and degrading the health of the ecosystem. Without the proper infrastructure to change those practices though, it is a hard battle to fight. by: jbatryn Views[624] “Fresh meat”. Another shop keeper was weighing and sorting fish when we passed by. Like the other shop keepers we met, he was eager to share his work with us. When we stopped to see what he was doing, he told us to wait and he would show us how he cleans and prepares the fish. His skilled hands didn’t hesitate as he peeled back the scales, pulled the head off and cut the meat into pieces to be sold. by: jbatryn Views[1372]
     
    “Eager to share”. While wandering through the shop-lined streets in Saraguru, we stopped to ask some of the shopkeepers if we could take pictures of their colorful shops. The language barrier was overcome with gestures and smiles, and when they saw that we were interested in their shops and their work, they were more than happy to open up to us and share about their livelihoods. They proudly showed their large piles of cotton outside and then motioned for us to follow them to another building where they had a large pile of lentil-like grain, which they again proudly showcased. So much can be said sometimes without understanding a single word. by: jbatryn Views[793] “Cotton a trap”. Cotton is grown near Saraguru and it is fairly common to see trucks overloaded with large bags of cotton passing through the narrow streets. Cotton is a very labor intensive crop and one of the local men said that many parents do not want their children to continue in farming. Instead, the children are encouraged to become doctors or engineers, where they can enjoy an easier life. Partly due to this, more and more people are moving away from the rural areas to find work in those fields and farm owners are finding it increasingly harder to find labor to help run the farms. by: jbatryn Views[777] “Main Street”. The village of Saraguru is located in southern India and is a mix of old and new. Many people have cell phones but lack reliable electricity or plumbing and the road is shared between overloaded trucks, bicycles, and people and livestock walking. Life is simpler, but it is a welcome alternative to the fast paced hustle and bustle of city life for many. by: jbatryn Views[1081] Life of the common people -Picture 5816- Many people in Sao Miguel are not living a luxury life. But they find their ways to make their lives easy and convenient. People in Sao Miguel seem happy. by: fastimage Views[643] It was amazing to see how people in Brazil use this transportation way to get from the top of the mountain to get to the village center. From this point you can see all this beautiful landscape in dusk by: today_is_always Views[642]
     
    People in Serra Negra - Brazil go down to up from a dizzy height, they call to this system The process in Ban Thasawang, a village weaving silk for the elites, is much more complicated than on the semi-automatic loom. It requires four to five people working together on one piece of fabric. Even though they work as a team, one person always sits below the ground level. Immersed in semidarkness and isolated from the gossips above, staring blankly ahead. This figure is perhaps the best metaphor for the state of the nation's homegrown industry. by: gloriakurnik Views[817] Each handmade silk cloth is unique and easily recognizable because of its distinct patterns and occasional knots. The patterns are often a signature of the village or even a family, secretly guarded for generations. In spite of its beauty, the handmade silk attracts less and less buyers every year. Since the markets are overflowing with cheap factory-made silk from China, small looms struggle with distribution. by: gloriakurnik Views[1812] Cocoons are boiled to ease the silk threads out. Pimnipa Pasakanon squints in the acrid smoke from her small wood-burning stove while performing the process. Doing it for the upteenth time, she's skilled and swift. If not for the irritating fumes and the fierce heat, she would have finished in time to serve the boiled silkworms for breakfast. by: gloriakurnik Views[838] Nuan Jaohmaoh, age 77, is sitting next to the cocoons she cultivated herself. The silk produced by the family in summer, once a source of pride and entertainment, is in the hands of the passing generation. Sadly and probably, they will die alongside. by: gloriakurnik Views[523]
     
    A housewife contemplates dying caterpillars on their way to forming cocoons. Recent summers have been way hotter than usual and that has killed thousands of silkworms, dealing a big blow to the meager earnings of the poor villagers. The villages around Surin in eastern Thailand were once a hub of silk production. The women in the household used to take care of each step of the silk making process, from rearing the worms to weaving the fabric. by: gloriakurnik Views[809] After the ceremony all the people cheerfully celebrate and dance on the scorched dusty red earth to which they have grown accustom to. Even though they have a hard life through song and dance they find a way to overcome this hardship. These people don’t have a lot but they still find happiness in the simple things. by: view Views[455] People from the village gather at temple to celebrate the end of the dry season and the coming of the rainy season which they call the cross season. That hot and sunny Sunday in April at the small village of Somrong all the people gather, even those that moved to the city in search of a better life returned that day to celebrate with their families. The temple was built by famous monk Ven. Somnieng Hoeurn who was born there and held the ceremony that day. Each person has a bowl of rice which they patiently hold during the ceremony after which they donate it to the monks. Custom dictates that women should cover their shoulders, they usually do this with white handmade lace scarf. by: view Views[815] Mother and daughter hurried to the pagoda to prepare for the ceremony, while others are still working. Before entering the pagoda, they take of their shoes and even though that Sunday was really hot, they covered their knees. by: view Views[1564] It is a hard life. Some people sell meat some fish to survive and struggle each day to sell their product. Until somebody buys the fish the raw meat is nothing more but a feast for flies. by: view Views[577]
     
    I would like to tell you a story of a place that left a strong impression on me. Upon entering the Somrong village at Shoutnikom district in Siem Reap in Cambodia there was a boy whose gaze is fascinating. He had certain, sincere and naive energy about him. His name is Leengphour and he penitently waits for his mother to finish her work so that they can join the rest of the village at the ceremony. His mother is a tailor but during the weekend she sells meat so that her youngest child can attend school. Leengphour father is an English teacher in Somrong High school. by: view Views[585] Unshelling the peanuts by: aimonaput Views[109] Country road that connects the village with the church, and that was used to carry the stone. by: alexpoke Views[337] The Shepherd of Hadchit - Lebanon... mums village. This shot includes the village atop a cliff face & the site where my grandparents are buried - RIP by: spk Views[1831] This fine little cottage reminds me the old times. These were generally found in villages with the kitchen smoke coming out the chimney. by: endlessvoage Views[476]
     
    This photo is of my father and his younger brother, Salam walking back to the village compound after picking dates, as my father and his brothers did as young boys for their livelihood. They now only pick dates as a pass time when visiting the village. My father is carrying a plastic red bucket as my uncle has collected his dates in a traditional woven bag. by: rayasultan Views[524] This is of my father, Sultan, climbing a mountain in the village of Tawiyah. He didn't grow up here, but in a village near by, Al Kamil. My father has family in Tawiyah so we spend time there when I visit Oman. My father grew up selling, harvesting, picking, and selling dates to pay his way to attend school in Saudi Arabia. Like this photo, my father literally climbed his way up from the village ruins to achieve where he is now; a husband, father of six, professor, and the strongest man I know. by: rayasultan Views[843] Lured by modern amenities, Himbas are struggling to keep their traditions. Many don't build huts anymore, using tents bought in town, lightly shaded with twigs. by: intotheworld Views[500] Walking to Villamayor de Monjardin, a small village with a medieval fountain. by: giho Views[355] A village constructed from mud, sticks, and palm is home to the roaming children in white. They pop in and out of the little huts only to disappear all at once, leaving the village feeling like a lost world. by: marshalchupa Views[1156]
     
    Beach whilst we were having fish and chips by: moomazza Views[171] view through the gate by: moomazza Views[196] Village street by: moomazza Views[151] and place where they meet. by: vedra Views[210] a sunshine by: vedra Views[201]
     
    Treehouse in Yakel village, Tanna, Vanuatu. Some of the tribal elders lead a procession before performing some traditional dances by: stowaway Views[2153] Treehouse in Yakel village, Tanna, Vanuatu. Some of the tribal elders lead a procession before performing some traditional dances by: stowaway Views[2942] Village huts in Yakel village, Tanna island, Vanuatu by: stowaway Views[3864] Wall Statue in Lucco by: alpinea Views[707] Reine. Charming village set at the base of jagged peaks. by: allwelcome Views[783]
     
    Kids form the backbone of the family income, flogging everything from eggs to lighters to oil lamps made from old coke cans, as they ply the ancient buses on National Highway 1. by: simon_monk Views[1852] Kids shelter from the sun in the trees of Nha Trang by: simon_monk Views[1522] Girl winnowing rice on the deck of her hut, remote north-eastern Thailand. by: simon_monk Views[1823] Children look after themselves in many of these communities. by: simon_monk Views[1783] Late afternoon on Krache as kids crowd around an ice kajang stall. by: simon_monk Views[1766]
     
    We ate lunch at this headman's house, then he took us out in his dug-out. The village got swept away by a tsunami a few years later ... his village was right on the shore ... by: simon_monk Views[1404] Nggela is an amazing little weaving village, if you can stomach the journey to get there. Here the villages were showing us how they ferment the indigo used in their phenomenal Ikat weaving. by: simon_monk Views[1473]    

     

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