the sky is a glowing ember, fanned by the oncoming dawn, slowly igniting and flooding the morning with orange and red hues. the night sky overcome by the rising sun. the garbage and mounds of dirt now no longer hidden by the darkness of night, the harsh reality of the place uncovered by the morning. the quite and peaceful, cool and crisp desert air quickly filling with sounds of morning, of waking voices, cooking tea, increased machinery and vehicles. drowning out the birds and distant rooster crowing. the pleasantries of the moment quickly fading with the rising sun.



stopping at a make shift coffee stand for a small cup of strong, intense coffee, laced with a hint of ginger. the potent brew goes down quickly and sends a charge of caffeine through the veins. sheltered from the intense heat, squatting on a tiny chair, we sip the brew before continuing on with the day.



A man is filling his horse drawn water cart. Preparing to deliver water to his customers around town. Water is a precious commodity in a desert city such as El Fashir. With a minimal town supply, many rely on delivery from such donkey or horse drawn carts.



down town is constantly bustling with activities, shops lines the streets, markets spew out from the corners. the basic necessities are readily available, all for a price due to the long distance to transport supplies to El Fashir.