The trip up to Turkana.
The Village behind my house.
A Turkana Sunset.
Standing on the Equator.
Milking a goat wearing traditional tribal jewelry and clothing for a woman.
The two women who hauled water to my house every day.
The Medical Clinic
I helped with some of the baby vaccinations clinics.
Eric cleaning up and then suturing a mans foot.
The twins that were abandoned at birth that we took care of.
Where the drinking water came from.
The goats helping themselves to the drinking water.
A baby being born in my front yard.
A garden in the dry riverbed.
The houses the Turkana lived in, made from palm branches.
Our house that we lived in.
Sunday morning getting ready for church under the Acacia Trees.