This entry was posted on Monday, August 24th, 2009

It wasn’t the frogs croaking or the crickets chirping or even the strange night sounds that abound throughout the rainforest. It wasn’t the songs of tropical birds in the early morning and not even the call of a toucan that could be heard in the distance. There was simply nothing like that first bite of fresh pineapple that told me I was back in Costa Rica. A little over a year had passed and I was about to begin my second journey photographing the wonders of Costa Rica with my good friend and incredible photographer Greg Basco of  Foto Verde

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