This summer I was reminded of two things:
I HATE moving
The ocean is awesome
Let’s tackle the annoying one first. Summer 2015 goes down in the books.
This summer I was reminded of two things:
I HATE moving
The ocean is awesome
Let’s tackle the annoying one first. Summer 2015 goes down in the books.
Every now and then there’s a shining moment in time when the stars align and perfection ensues.
This few-times-in-a-life event occurred during my recent trip to the Philippines, to both finish my research evaluating the mangrove restoration and alternative livelihood project in Oriental Mindoro, and to explore another one of the countries 7,107 islands.
What follows is a photo-story of the hunt for the giant river otter, which proved to be slipperier than a buttered bar of soap, but as usual, the journey those furry devils set me on was a reward in itself.
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I had big plans for winter break. I was going to apply for a Fulbright Fellowship, hammer out the details of my Masters Project, submit applications for summer internships, submit more images to National GeographicContinue reading
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“Welcome, sista. Please have a seat.” Our host was sporting dreadlocks and a Bob Marley tank top. He pulled out a chair and fanned his arm with a flourish. My godparents, who had brought meContinue reading