There is a photograph at the front of Louise Emmons's monograph that I find I cannot stop returning to. This is what it has come to mean.
Field Notes
Field dispatches from Bolivia's remote landscapes — observations, encounters, and reflections from the rivers, forests, and highlands where we work.
The northern park's rivers gave me one Noel Kempff. The south offers another — older, drier, almost unvisited.
The next morning brought blue skies and the kind of light that makes it hard to hurry. After coffee and a light breakfast we set out toward Chochis, about two hours away, planning to find a hotel there and spend the evening near the towering sandstone formations that dominate the
On what wilderness asks of those who go into it, and what it offers in return.