Death in the Wilderness – June 27, 2014
There is no one path to death in the forest. There are a myriad of dyings. And that is as it should be.
For me watching the red colobus monkeys in a small West African forest was an addiction. I suppose this was my Downtown Abby and my Mad Men writ large. Absolutely nothing mattered except this soap opera. The world could be spinning out of control, tectonic plates colliding, but when I was with the colobus I was glued to the forest, mesmerized to the point of semi-insanity. I had to be there from absolute beginning to the very end and nothing, no one, absolutely no one, could disturb me. The characters spilt out onto the forest floor and up into the canopy and took over. Their dilemmas were my dilemmas. Their joys… more
by: Dawn Starin