Marty’s photo of the day #2993: The Amazon Rainforest is burning, and while the Amazon has experienced major fires before, I can’t help wondering how much greedy right-wing politicians and nearly 40 years of climate change denial have contributed to the devastation. With that in mind, this week I’m featuring photos I’ve taken of animals […]
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Fun on the river
Marty’s photo of the day #2960: Yagua boys on an Amazon River tributary, having a blast, trying to “accidentally” capsize their dugout in the wake of our boat.
Rainy season kayaking
Marty’s photo of the day #2936: During the rainy season in the Amazon Rainforest, the waters rise practically beyond belief. In this photo, my wife, Deb, and friend Laurel are in a spot that would be solid ground in the dry season. And in many such places, we couldn’t touch bottom with our kayak paddles. […]
Swimming with piranhas and electric eels
Marty’s photo of the day #2934: The first time you do it, your heart beats a little faster, but this is Deb and me swimming with piranhas and electric eels in a south bank tributary of the Amazon River. While we were in the water, fishermen from the Yagua tribe were busy catching piranhas a […]
Soooo Cute!
Marty’s photo of the day #2786: In this photo, I’m in a remote Amazon Rainforest camp, holding a pygmy marmoset—the world’s smallest species of monkey. The little guy belonged to a Yagua girl, who let me hold him in exchange for a t-shirt.
Do I have a monkey on my back?
Marty’s photo of the day #2764: Hmm. . . . I’ve been walking around this Amazon Rainforest village for a while, and something just doesn’t feel right. Do I have a monkey on my back? Actually, this pygmy marmoset was a Yagua girl’s pet. I gave her a t-shirt in exchange for a few minutes […]
Fun with dugouts
Marty’s photo of the day #2450: This photo, from Peru, explained with a short excerpt from my first book, Cool Creatures, Hot Planet: Exploring the Seven Continents: Other than Yaguas paddling in their dugouts (a skinny canoe carved from a log), we had the Rio Orosa to ourselves. When we passed the occasional tribal village, […]