Reptilian geometry

Spectacled Caiman (Caiman crocodilus)

Her eyes followed me from across the pond. She lay on the grassy bank amongst swampy clover and herbaceous pennywort, soaking up the peak of the afternoon sun. As I approached from behind she perked up, looking back over her shoulder to keep an eye on me.



Capuchins in the mist

How had I gotten here? Darkness radiated from the windows and pooled in the corners of the low room. What preternatural force had beguiled me out of my sleeping bag? Visions of feather beds and swathes of comforters danced through my head. But they were as fleeting as the buzz from the powdered coffee I… Continue reading Capuchins in the mist