Taking a break as kids of miners take me to the pit where their parents are working. The jungle is a tough environment to work in, mainly because it's so easy to get completely disorientated and lost (a certainty if it wasn't for these guys...) Growing up in the environment helps but it's still amazing how even at such a young age they're totally attuned to the all but invisible navigational aides - snapped twigs, broken leaves and twisted vines - their parents leave for them to safely guide them kms deep into the jungle. And you thought reading an A to Z was difficult...
Storms rolling in over the Congolese highlands...
Tresor, an artisanal miner from outback Maniema in the DRC, hands like shovels and probably no older than 16 (he didn't know). For many in the area mining is the only viable livelihood beyond agriculture, but the industry has been hit hard by legislative changes in Europe and the US aimed at stemming the flow of conflict minerals and unethical mining practices.
Crossing the Congo river in the gloaming, just outside of kindu
Beautiful hues at sunrise over the Musandam peninsula
I've been lucky enough to travel all over the Middle East these past couple years. One uniting feature irrespective of country, religion or politics is how much men love sitting around a fire in the evening, cracking bad jokes and drinking sugary tea. Everything else falls away, leaving only the simplicity of sand, warmth and a carpet of stars. Time well spent at General's Bedouin camp in northern Mahra, Yemen