Would you like some background for this photo? Well I’ll give you some anyway. You know how when you’re at a restaurant and the table has uneven legs? Every time one of you shifts, the whole table shifts. So you find yourself frozen, trying not to move, in an attempt to hold the table still with your own stillness. That was my bed...those were my bed. There was 6 of them pushed together. An ever shifting mosaic of sleeplessness. And to be fair they were school desks that were seemingly hand made. Someone had given up a thin mat that became my mattress for the night. I was glad that there was no electricity so I couldn’t see it well, but I could still smell it well. It was cold and there were no sheets or blankets so I pulled on every layer that I could and tried to use part of my camera bag as a pillow. I lay there all night listening to the sounds of the jungle and wondering what would be the first signal that insurgent militants figured out we were there and cared. I glanced incessantly at the windowless window hoping for the first sign of day. Finally, at the slightest hint that the sun was considering coming up I was out of bed. People were already up. To the left of this photo a boy was cutting up frogs for breakfast that had been caught a few kilometers upstream. In front of the sunrise was a helipad, a thin red sliver of dirt jutting out from the mountain across the stream. To my right was the hut where village leaders met. They sacrificed chickens and asked us to step in the blood on the front steps. Behind me was the school...a new building made of fresh wood and paint and easily the largest building on any of these mountains. Every one of its parts were flown by helicopter or carried by hand to get here. In front me was the water source for the village. Someone had run a hose from a spring up the mountain to the center of the village. It was now the combination shower, dishwashing station, and drinking water source for everyone. As annoyed as I was at my perpetual motion table bed...I realized that morning that some of my favorite photography moments have followed some of my most sleepless nights. So here you go, life. This is my lemonade.