Fritz Mueller Photography

…The colours, sights and sounds of Madagascar are haunting. Our ears still ring from the high-pitched drone of cicadas, and we dream of lime-green chameleons and aging Renaults on red earth roads. Our noses twitch with the stench of rotting mangoes and our eyes still sting from smoke as the forests burn. Though rains pounded down on us and leeches affixed themselves to our skin, instead we remember stepping carefully through a swamp of sexed up frogs-yellow males and orange females mating by the hundreds around our feet, their happy reproduction deafening our ears. We recall being humbled by gestures of such generosity-a bowl of warm beans in coconut milk set on our porch by an impoverished camp caretaker who saw that our supplies had dwindled.