In the early dawn hours, the desert can be bitter cold. There's no central heating in the arid lands of northern Kenya, and the wood fire that burned bright at night, smolders to ashen grey in the corner of the hut. This young Kenyan Gabbra woman seeks a bit of warmth from the streaking rays of the morning sun - its' shafts piercing holes through the twig roof of her animal skin draped hut. A nomad, her tribe will soon pull up stakes and drive camels and cows to the next overgrazed piece of grass, and a mud hole - used for drinking water by both man and beast.
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