Forest CEO by José J. Rivera-Negrón
The trees went quiet last Saturday, like they were watching too. Gray sky, no breeze, coquís starting to sing. I was leaning on a tree with my Nikon, tired from the hike, when branches moved. A bird, maybe a calandria or zorzal, landed on…
What Made Him Look Up? by José J. Rivera-Negrón
Quebrada Camuy forest was humid and gray last week, the air thick like the trees were praying. My nephew stopped playing when loud chirping cut through the quiet. Maybe a San Pedrito or reinita hiding above. Kids find amazing every single detail…