Sunday, April 03, 2005

The canopy of Barro Colorado, Panama

The canopy was thick, interwoven as ancient knitting, a smouldering mass of greens, reds and browns, with here and there a feathery pale-green tree rising above the rest, its silver-white branches starred with scarlet and emerald epiphytes and tangled bunches of purple-pink orchids
The lovely, rich fragrant smell of the forest enveloped us, the delicate scent of a million flowers, a thousand thousand mushrooms and fruit, the perfume from a quadrillion gently rotting leaves in the simmering, ever-changing, ever-dying, ever-growing cauldron of the forest.


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