Pictures from the field These are some photos taken during my fieldwork at Lake Turkana, Kenya (1990-91). A couple actually show something about the work I was doing, but for the most part, I chose them to give you a general idea of the environment. This is the boulder field on the road to Loiangalani, at the southeast end of the lake. The road, just behind me, is somewhat more level than what you see here, as it is graded every so often to clear away the larger boulders that are constantly deflating out. Here's my camp near Allia Bay, where the Sibiloit National Park Headquarters is located. This spot was pretty comfortable, the acacia tree added just the right touch. We killed a cobra in the camp, or I should say, my cook Nashon, killed it.   I conducted surveys of landscape bone assemblages (recording the nature and locations of all bone laying on the surface in defined areas). This is Area 6 at Allia Bay. It's recently exposed lake bed, now connecting a former island with the mainland (behind me as I take this photo). The survey areas were 100 meters by 100 meters. I'm standing at one side, Cyrus is in the middle (at 50 m) and Loriano is in the background 100 meters away.       We surprised some gazelle while walking out on Skimmer Bank at Allia Bay.     Here's a rare field picture of myself (in the middle), taken near Koobi Fora. We're marking a crocodile carcass with a hand-drill. I drilled a small hole in every bone of the carcass so that in the future, I can identify bones from my study sample. Aila is watching, and Cyrus is steadying the carcass.     My camp at Ileret was about a half-mile outside of the village. Occasionally, we'd get visitors. These boys were having fun hanging out and mugging for my camera.     On the way back to Nairobi in October, we just missed the rains as they went through the area north of Baragoi. This laga had flooded and dropped a huge load of sand at this ford. We stopped just behind where I'm taking this picture and walked down the slope to check it out. After stomping on the sand bank, we decided it was firm enough to drive over--at least we thought it was firm. The Rover thought differently. We were up to the wheel wells in sand for a while. Back   ©Copyright 1995 Jolee Ann West, All rights reserved.