Travel Photography > Featured photos taken in Mali
Taken on the main road in Mali, near Tombouctou.
Segou, Mali
As the sun sets a lone ferryman crosses the river away from Segou.
A camel train in Douentza, heading for Timbuktu.
A small village mosque, dwarfed by the Bandiagara looming over it.
Our Tuareg guide gets a lift back to his camp as the sun set over the Sahara.
On the edge of the Sahara outside Timbuktu.
The, not so bright, lights of Timbuktu in the distance. As seen from the quiet calm of a small Tuareg camp a few miles out of the city.
As the sun begins to set the numerous market traders in Mopti begin to fill boats of every description as they chart their way through the chaos that is Mopti port in rush hour.
In the foreground are the distinctive Dogon buildings of the village of Irelli. And in the cliffs behind are the remains of the Tellem village that predates the Dogon one. Apparently the area was much wetter when the Tellem lived here and it's believed they used vines growing on the cliffs to get up and down.
One of the Dogon elders relaxing in the shade of one of the village togunas (elder's huts)
Two of the village elders in Tirelli who had just finished playing the drums for their traditional dance.
The Male granary, with one door comapared to the four doors of a female one, contains the staple food for the family. The females are forbidden to look in it, supposedly because the wife would leave her husband if she knew he was running low on food. In the background is the sahel leading away from the Bandiagara Escarpment
The dogon village of Nomburi, with the Bandiagara escarpment in the background.
The Toguna is the meeting place for village elders in Dogon villages. The roof is waist high, apparently to stop heated debates from getting too physical. This was in the village of dourou at sunset whilst we were racing to get to the next village before darkness, which we didn't manage
People setting up their stalls on market day (Monday) in the main square in front of the mosque. The massive market draws people from across the region.
Done in a place some hours by camel away from Timbuktu.I went to the desert to take pictures of strong sunlight and golden sunsets over the dunes,and got there the day in wich for the first time in two years the sky got dark,full of clouds of promissed water...The tuareg,my host those days,sat there to look long at the clouds.I thought he would be whishing-as any nomad would- "Let it come down..."
Sankore mosque and tuareg
Going to the mosque in the last village before Timbuktu...Sounds like... far...I like the capacity of photography to freeze fleeting situations in time & space .Time,now,is not that important but space...an small village close to Timbuktu seems like quite more the end of the world than Timbuktu itself...doesn´t it?