Going Down the Tuichi River On A Foggy Amazon Morning — Images by kenne
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White Egret In Bolivian Amazon Forest (August 2019) — Image by kenne
Macaws In Flight In The Amazon (August 2019) — Image by kenne
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Amazon Rainforest Sunset (August 2019) — Image by kenne
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One Of Our Balsa Wood Rafts On The Tuichi River In The Madidi National Forest, Bolivian Amazon (08/20/19)– Image by kenne
— from The Valkyries by Paulo Coelho
Balsa Wood Rafting On The Tuichi River In The Bolivian Amazon (8/21/19) — Image by kenne
The fog was beginning to lift,
one hour after breaking camp
on our first full day on the river.
I’m sitting in front with my camera,
Matt paddling behind me as Padro
stands in the rear, steering the raft.
Except for our companion balsa raft,
the river is our’s, stopping only for
fishing and exploring the jungle line.
Padro has promised us that we will
see a jaguar at least once during
time in the Amazon on the Tuichi River.
— kenne
Tuichi River Birds — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Henry David Thoreau
Birds On The Tuichi River, Bolivian Amazon (8/23/19) — Image by kenne
— dmperez
Abandoned Desert House — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/play/77051
