January, 2002 on the Rio Negro in Brazil. I have never seen so many consecutive sunrises...early each morning we sped across the calm waters of the Rio Negro on a small fishing boat. The jungle was a labyrinth of passageways, small and wide where the peacock bass tempted our lines and pairs of macaws screeched high above our heads. I dream that this part of the world will never change, the simple beauty just barely far enough away from the wars and confusion that threaten to win over all we cherish. Each sunrise is just as beautiful ... (more)