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Himba Woman Dreamy

While it may appear at first glance that this beautiful young Himba woman was posing for this portrait, that wasn’t the case at all.  In reality, she was busy grinding maize in her hut, and I caught her in between strokes!


Himba Mother and Child

A young Himba mother and her infant share a quiet moment in the shade of a hut.  I love the serene expression on the mother’s face, and the sweet gesture of the baby’s hands and arms.  It reminds me of the classic “Madonna and child” paintings.

Himba Chief's Wife

If you visit a Himba village in Namibia, your visit will likely begin with your guide introducing you to the Chief, or if the Chief isn’t available, to the Chief’s wife.  The guide explains that we have brought gifts, and asks permission of the Powers-That-Be for us to enter the village.  “Gifts” include staples like corn or maize flour, and relative luxuries like tobacco.

While I personally am not a fan of the killer weed, it’s evidently a good door-opener in this part of the world.

The Chief or his wife–I should really say “head wife” since polygamy is practiced by most of the men who can afford it–will then ask you some questions.  We were asked questions ranging from “Where we you from?” to “How many children do you have?”

People like me, child-free by choice, were met with a mixture of confusion and pity.  In the Namibian culture, it’s very important for the married women to bear children, and for the men to sire a number of offspring with their wife (or wives).  When those of us who didn’t have children admitted it, it was assumed that we couldn’t have children, for health reasons, poverty, bad luck or the anger of the gods or ancestors.

All of this was translated via our guide, as the Himba we visited spoke no English, and we didn’t speak their language either.

Despite our infertility, we were with met with good cheer, and perhaps more compassion than we deserved.

Our small group was granted permission to roam the village and photograph the residents.

Himba Huts

These are some examples of the different styles of huts found in a Himba village in Namibia.  Wood is scarce in this region, so many of the huts have walls made of a clay and manure mixture, and thatched roofs.

All of the huts I entered had dirt floors.  The villagers I met both sat and slept on the floors of their huts.

The nice thing about the small huts–for me–was that I could be close to my subjects.

Many Himba villages are not permanent:  when the distance from the village to their livestock grazing area becomes too great, the entire village gets moved!

Himba Boy with Toy

This fence marks the perimeter of a Himba village in Namibia.  I spotted this young boy quite a ways outside the fence, pushing a wheeled toy which appeared to be a car made out of wire.

The Himba men take their cattle and goats miles away from the village to graze them, leaving the women and young children in the village.

As you can see from the image above, there is no grazing nearby, at least when I was there towards the end of the dry season.

But the hard-packed sand and clay makes a great surface on which to push a wheeled toy!

Himba Elder Woman

This is one of the elder Himba women I had the honor to meet and photograph last summer in Namibia.  It was really a privilege to be allowed to wander around the village for several hours, camera in hand, and document an ancient way of life.

Most of the shots I took were not posed, and all were taken with available light.  I don’t even carry a reflector, let alone flash.  This image was taken inside a hut.  Many of the huts had stick walls, like the one in yesterday’s post, which made for some challenging exposures.  In those huts I underexposed (usually 2/3rds of a stop) to prevent hot spots.  Some of the huts had solid walls, where the only source of light was sunlight streaming through an open doorway.  Some of my favorite images of the day were made with that dramatic sidelight.

I hope you’ll enjoy getting to know the Himba people through my eyes over the next few days…

Himba Woman Grinding Corn

This image of a Himba woman grinding corn in her hut symbolizes the work women around the world do to feed and care for their families.


Ah, the eternal dance of courtship!


Meet the eland (Taurotragus oryx).  This one happens to be a young male.  Duh, you say.

Okay, let’s pretend we can only see the front half of the animal.  How can we tell its gender, since both male and female elands have horns?

For one thing, the horns of a male eland will get longer and more tightly spiraled than that of a female, but it may be too early to tell, especially if there isn’t a similarly aged female eland around for comparison.

A third way to differentiate gender in elands is the dewlap.  Only male elands develop a dewlap, which is the dangly flap of skin below the neck.

Doesn’t this young eland have a dapper dewlap?

Rhino head

Rhinos will be better off without their horns…at least that’s what the Namibian government believes.  They recently announced their intention to de-horn all the rhinos in Namibia to try to prevent poaching.

I say TRY to prevent because de-horned rhinos are still poached.  Yes, really.  Sometimes they’re killed because it’s impossible to remove 100% of the horn with de-horning, so about 5-10% remains (maybe 1″-2″) and there are people who will still kill a rhino just to get their hands on that tiny stump.  Sometimes they’re probably killed because a poacher takes a shot at them not realizing they’ve been de-horned, like if they’re spotted in heavy brush and the head isn’t clearly visible.  And sometimes they’re probably killed just out of spite.

Rhino horns WILL regrow after they’re sawed off, so the de-horning will not be a one-time occurrence, but will need to be repeated every year or two.

De-horning isn’t cheap (several hundred dollars per animal), and it isn’t without risk to the rhino.  Though the horn isn’t living tissue (think GIANT fingernail!) and cutting it off doesn’t hurt the rhino, the process of tranquilizing the huge beasts is dangerous to them.  Some will die from a bad reaction to the tranquilizer, and that risk increases each subsequent time the rhino is tranquilized.  And pregnant rhinos can’t be tranquilized at all.

There are no easy answers to the poaching that kills hundreds of rhinos every year.

For more information about de-horning programs, see the Save the Rhino site:

This link will take you to the excellent article on the Save the Rhino site which will explain the de-horning dilemma in greater detail than I did here: