Every so often you visit a place so magically atmospheric that you simply point the camera and images of astounding beauty compose themselves in the viewfinder. Even the mistakes — the wonky angles, the moments when the camera malfunctions — turn out serendipitous, and on such occasions, I’ve noticed, attractive human subjects have a habit of wandering into the frame as well.
I had one of these experiences this past Wendesday at the Aripo River, which runs through Trinidad’s northern mountain range. My thigh muscles still ache from the steep and slippery ten-minute climb (as difficult to go down as it was to go up) it took to get there and back, but I keep gazing at these images of cool green water and dreaming of my return.
Yeah… Aripo is one of my favourite rivers in Trinidad. It’s one of the most stunning, and swimming in it was one of the highlights of my last rounds in Trinidad. I dream about going back all the time…