Three musuem shows in three cities in four months depleted my energies, and I am not surprised that my body waved a huge flag and demanded, “BASTA! DESPACIO! STOP! SLOW DOWN!” Aside from the random case of dengue fever, loss of vision, reaction to msg, and allergic reaction to scorpion’s venom, I stay healthy and active. On retrospect, I was not surprised that my body kicked me to bed for the entire month of October for an all-but strangling mystery cough. Six weeks later I am 100% well, strong, and cough free, but wow, did that experience ever make me thankful for good health! Continue reading
(Originally published in Costa Rica Outdoors )
“Do you think we’re going to get more rain?” Kim asked with a touch of dread in her voice.
From my bright-blue plastic chair in the open-air palapa, I turned and peered into the soggy evening before answering her question. “I’ve been told that lightning bugs are reliable indicators of rain; the closer they are to the ground, the sooner we’ll be getting rain.”
With keen attention, we eyed the twinkling fireflies that – to our collective discontent – hovered inches from the grass line. “When I walked here fifteen minutes ago, they were three or four feet higher,” I added. Kim Tomczak and Nick Dodrill, volunteers for Pretoma’s 2009 sea turtle project, studied the ground-level placement of the lightning bugs.
My childhood years spent along the muddy Mississippi River prepped me for an easy transition to life along a lazy river in Ecuador, where I now live. After losing power for five days during this rain-soaked February, I refrained from throwing away the preseasoned “lomo fino” filet of beef that was in the freezer. It presented a good excuse to clock out from painting and see if this river girl could catch a catfish or two!
I traded paintbrushes for my trusted Ambassadeur 5500C fishing reel to see what species might sample the gourmet bait! The herons and egrets made room for me, and I trekked across the large river-stabilizing boulders and cast into the main channel. Within a minute, the first ‘tap-tap-tap’ began on the line, and to my amusement, Continue reading
Who isn’t instantly smitten by those miniature gray tanks, better known as olive ridley hatchlings? These sea turtles face increasing odds for survival as an eclectic handful of concerned people fight for the turtles’ rightful place along the pristine Playa San Miguel, Costa Rica.
The following video summarizes the olive ridleys’ story.
More soon about the olive ridleys,
“The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour… and for an hour at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers the rest of the day and night.” Thoreau
A primal alertness often awakens me in the pre-dawn hours, and I am drawn to the beach. My almost-empty shoulder bag cradles my camera and has reserve space for treasures I might find along the way. Locking the door, I step into the darkness. A primal serenity cloaks the darkened beach, and the barreling waves glow with foamy phosphorescence. My eyes adjust to the low light as a gauzy veil of delicate mist caresses my skin; walking briskly, I cross over the floatsam and set a brisk pace to catch the first light of the day.
At times the lone trail of a sea turtle instantly diverts my attention, and I scan to see if she has returned to the sea. Continue reading
For a handful of years, I lived immersed in Costa Rica’s natural beauty. Classic rainforest trees towered over my studio, and a quiet stream meandered through the quiet section of the Garden of Eden where I lived. A troop of howler monkeys befriended me, and over the years they became my loyal guardians! I mastered howler language much faster than I did Spanish!