Went to Costa Rica for an eco holiday (as it is referred to) with Tracy. That means a lot of hiking and some snorkeling, but not much culture. In the past I would go to places like Brasil, Cuba or Andalusia for the culture and music — but having just amassed many boxes of CDs after a year touring I suggested maybe a respite from that might be in order. In the picture below I am on one of the zip line canopy tours. It's a fun ride, not scary at all, though one doesn't really see much of the canopy, and it’s chilly and it’s very wet. It isn't called a rainforest for nothing.
[pic by Tracy Seeger]
I am looking with all my might. It's hard to see anything. It's drizzling, and to someone unaccustomed to it the forest is chaotic. We look this way and that, occasionally a weird plant or an animal or insect becomes apparent, separates itself out from the green mess, but mostly not. Most of them are so well camouflaged that it all blends together. When one thing does become apparent it's almost like a semantic distinction — the outlines of its body shape are hazy and indistinct, looking away and glancing back the thing might be once again impossible to see. Like words their outlines and meaning change from minute to minute.
