I saw Dobo in the market selling firewood and asked my interpreter, a young Hamar boy, to let her know that I wanted to photograph her. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, “She is ugly -- too thin and tall.” I told him I thought she was beautiful. He looked at me quizzically, then slowly asked her. The next day he asked me if he should marry her. I laughed and asked, “Are you serious?” He said he was. Hamar Tribe