Cattle Herders
I was on assignment in Kwazulu Natal, up near Mozambique, where at sunrise we (being myself and some ladies from a nearby village) were hiking to a natural spring. This spring was deep in a valley, covered with branches (to hide it), and the water was brown.
The villagers really did not have much choice, as they had no running water, and the delivery of water by the government trucks were few, inconsistent and unreliable.
One lady climbed down into the deep hole to scoop water from the spring, and hand the bucket up to another to fill the twenty litre containers. Twenty litres…thats 20 kgs of brown water they carry on their heads up the valley, and back to their village…I was totally out of breath just carrying my camera equipment back up. Respect.
On the way down to the spring, I came across these young boys herding cattle. No time to think, just line up, shoot, and run to catch up with the water carriers.
I was on assignment in Kwazulu Natal, up near Mozambique, where at sunrise we (being myself and some ladies from a nearby village) were hiking to a natural spring. This spring was deep in a valley, covered with branches (to hide it), and the water was brown.
The villagers really did not have much choice, as they had no running water, and the delivery of water by the government trucks were few, inconsistent and unreliable.
One lady climbed down into the deep hole to scoop water from the spring, and hand the bucket up to another to fill the twenty litre containers. Twenty litres…thats 20 kgs of brown water they carry on their heads up the valley, and back to their village…I was totally out of breath just carrying my camera equipment back up. Respect.
On the way down to the spring, I came across these young boys herding cattle. No time to think, just line up, shoot, and run to catch up with the water carriers.
I was on assignment in Kwazulu Natal, up near Mozambique, where at sunrise we (being myself and some ladies from a nearby village) were hiking to a natural spring. This spring was deep in a valley, covered with branches (to hide it), and the water was brown.
The villagers really did not have much choice, as they had no running water, and the delivery of water by the government trucks were few, inconsistent and unreliable.
One lady climbed down into the deep hole to scoop water from the spring, and hand the bucket up to another to fill the twenty litre containers. Twenty litres…thats 20 kgs of brown water they carry on their heads up the valley, and back to their village…I was totally out of breath just carrying my camera equipment back up. Respect.
On the way down to the spring, I came across these young boys herding cattle. No time to think, just line up, shoot, and run to catch up with the water carriers.