La Casona Hotel
Downtown La Paz
Downtown La Paz
Downtown La Paz — Images by kenne
Back In La Paz
— kenne
Our Las Day In Madidi National Park — Images by kenne
The balsa wood rafts are pulled onto land and are left for anyone who might want them. Most of the supplies and camping equipment is removed and temporarily stored in the bush to make room for all of us to travel downriver to Rurrenabaque by mid-day. Pedro’s uncle will be left behind but will be picked up later.
Ty Instructing Matt How To Flyfish — Image by kenne
There’s a story we must tell . . .
Tom’s fly fishing rods travel with us
Everywhere we went in Bolivia.
The rods are not cheap, so we
made sure one of us always had
them with the carry-on luggage.
As fate would have it,
our river location was not
the best place for fly fishing.
Even so, why travel all this way
and not at least do some casting
over the Tuichi river waters?
Tom readied the rods and reels
for Matt to get some practice
with Ty being his instructor.
As the sun went down where
the Tuichi and Beni rivers merge
they cast over the joining waters.
The moral of the story is:
Never travel with fly fishing rods
without creating a memorial moment.
— kenne
(Click here to see more fly fishing images.)
Green — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Green is the Colour, by Pink Floyd
Brown Darner Dragonfly (Sweetwater Wetlands) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
TWISTER PAIR
Dragonflies abound
in the desert wetlands,
often landing
on cattail blades,
captured by photographers
painted by painters
for sale in shops named
“Cattails and Dragonflies.”
One of life’s
enticing combos,
inspiring poets
and mythmakers
over the relationship
existing by the water
as if it were
an unbreakable bond.
What then of
the dragonfly that
rests its two pair
on a fence
of twisted pair
that separates
the desert from
desert wetlands.
Was this a case
of mistaken identity?
Not likely, with eyes
of a hundred lenses,
so was it a
one-night stand,
brief act infidelity,
or a “middle-age crisis?
— kenne
Camp Site On The Tuichi River, Madidi National Park: Last Night — Images by kenne
End of The Journey
In life, some journeys are long
before the destination is reached.
Some may even take a lifetime
with breaks along the way
when we hit rocky ground,
but the end of the journey
is always profound.
— David Harris
River of Memories — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rough and red — the River,
Sometimes bleak and alone,
Not even another lone raft.
Long pole in hand touching bottom
Following the current over rocks
Steering clear of big boulders
Followed by silent moments —
Spirits enlighten of itself.
— kenne
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