Ethiopia

In the vast silence of the Danakil, a fragile dwelling holds its ground against the horizon.

The skeletal frame of a hut — built from dry branches and UNHCR food sacks — speaks of poverty, of scarcity, of a life built from almost nothing

Bones showing, nose to the crust — branded, burdened, enduring.

An Afar warrior escorts travelers armed for safety in a region marked by tension extremes.

A surreal volcanic landscape where minerals paint the earth in toxic beauty.

Standing tall on scorched rock, a silent figure watches over the land — composed, alert, and timeless.

A child stands alone — hesitant, alert — framed by the harsh light and sheltering green.

Modest housing amid the lush coffee forests of southern Ethiopia.

By the river, engines are cleaned, clothes are washed, and stories are shared — a hub of daily life and connection.

An Ethiopian woman carries a heavy bundle of branches up the mountain.

A radiant smile in worn lace, disarming and pure — joy found not in comfort, but in connection.

A boy stands tall in a crumbling classroom — future and decay in one frame. Education here is not taken for granted

Draped in white, two generations pause in stillness — resilience and grace etched in posture and gaze.

Bathed in shadow, she finds refuge and rest from the burning light.