FIELD NOTES

          As the orange sky melted into the                                  horizon, we slowly dipped into the water, listening closely to tales of anacondas told by our guide, the son of a Cayman Hunter. This jungle had covered my walls since I can remember; I had dreamt of these sounds, gazed at a canopy reaching for the sun, and there I was... walking through my wall into the Amazon. Those around me could see the fire in my eyes, I had never explored a place so wild. There are moments in life where the adventure is so grand that a camera must rest for soul to see...