I’ve added a GoPro to my arsenal of photographic tools which, up to this point, consisted of an iPod.
At the moment I’m just learning what a GoPro can do (eg. nice underwater video of turtles) and can not do (eg. night photos of a gorgeous full moon).
A week ago, I tried to take photos of our neighborhood crocodile, Sophie, as she sunned herself in her private lagoon just north of the bridge from San Pedro. This was my first glimpse of Sophie. And Rose’s too. She spotted Sophie while cycling home from downtown and excitedly called me on the phone. Read the rest of this entry »
Lately I’ve been spending the early morning hours walking north along the Ambergris Caye beach trai?.
Well, early mornings? Most days that might be 8 or 9 a.m. but recently after not sleeping at all, I headed up the coast at 5:30 a.m. And yes, in full sunrise. Sun rises pretty early here, although I’ve succeeded in ignoring it most days.
Anyway, about a mile up from my place, in the Tres Cocos neighborhood, there is a log.
And not just any log.
You might not notice it as you walk north, just past the Palapa Bar and before Ak’Bol Yoga Retreat. In this direction, it is just another log in the water. They float in from time to time and eventually run aground in the shallows, forming a nice roosting spot for the aquatic birds.
I know it is there. I’ve seen it for many months.
But it almost never fails that, as I return home, deep in my meditations, I come upon this thing and it gives me a jolt.
“Mother of Spinach! That is one freaking big crocodile!” my mind says, in so many words. “Run, you fool!”
I quickly suppress the impulse to flee — the one all animals count on to survive as a species — and realize it is my old friend the log.
Just a log.
A log with two piercing eyes that probably glow red in the night, and scaly leather-like bark, and a snout. Who ever heard of a log with a snout?
Gets me every time.
In the heat of the mid-day sun, the intern stood thigh-high in the murky pond, silent and still, alertly scanning for the telltale break that would indicate his prey was surfacing.
Alert is good because, when you are hunting crocodiles, it is important that they remain the prey, not you. Read the rest of this entry »
The captured crocodile is believed to be the one that attacked and killed 47-year-old Benque resident Carl Diaz, a fisherman and father of five kids. The croc was captured in a Lord’s Bank pond on the outskirts of Belize City earlier this week.