Are you in the moo'd?

Are you in the

moo'd?

An installation.

        Can you see the shapes sitting on the sofa?                    

The great event some days is the rain, which comes down rather vertically and with little or no breeze. It just pours. So far it has poured for twelve hours, and then last night for about five hours. The noise is almost frightening because there is so much of it on the tin roofs around the village. It can fill a bucket in about five minutes, but the ground just soaks it up. 
Walking down to the bridges a day or two after shows the rivers still full, but unless it rains again they will become dry and the intensely coloured water will be gone.
The goats eat fearlessly - these thorns (a bit fuzzy at this magnification) will stab you and make you bleed. They have evolved to keep everything away from them, including goats, who somehow evolved a bit more thoughtfully and can strip the leaves off without damaging themselves.
Further down is an old style mud building. The bricks are made from mud and sun dried, and then mortared together using more mud. The roof is made by laying straight timbers - branches - across the front and back walls, and then laying straw or banana leaves, and then mud. Plants grow in the mud.
When mangoes are picked, it isn't by a specially designed mango harvester. The lads climb the trees, which are huge, spreading and the same shape as oak trees, and they pick the mangoes. From there they go to the market. If you look at the picture there is a lad in the left hand tree calling out "Mzugu!
The river is not in full flood, but the water is loaded with silt. This will settle to replace the silt that has been washed further down by the rain. The colour of the water is like paint.