Allison and Erin handle one of their first freshwater shrimp out of Rio Drake, a river draining agricultural land on the Osa Penninsula that Mike wanted to sample for fish.
My first post from Costa Rica is a farewell to the first leg of my trip. This morning, at 4:30 AM, Allison and Erin climbed into a taxi for the airport, and so ended our three week excursion to the Osa and premontane rain-forest. I find it fitting then to post a picture of the four of us posing atop the first cascade of several in a river we dubbed Rio WTF. The river’s original name (Koyok) was immediately revoked when we realized that we would need to climb two waterfalls and a mountain to collect leaf samples from it (Mike and I were able to do it in under 10 sec with minor injuries). If you’re not aware of what the new name’s acronym stands for, google it.
As Jenn finishes writing her dissertation, I recall assisting in data collection. Here, we were collecting tagged crayfish several weeks after a major flooding event in the stream. Although the quality of the photograph is somewhat lacking, this is one of the few we have of actual crayfish collection.
Mike battles a chunk of volcanic rock on the Arenal volcano in Costa Rica. With this kind of attitude, I cannot be sure whether doing research with him in a remote, rainforest location is safe: either Mike is reckless and, therefore, dangerous, or he is a tough, hardworking researcher not afraid to face difficult challenges head on.
On a walk with Chandana (Raja’s niece) and her cousin in India, I was forcfully told to take pictures of flowers the girls were picking. I say ‘forcfully’ because the girls were telling me to take photos of various objects because they wanted to see the photographic output, which, to them, was somehow better than the real thing.
Allison decided it was appropriate to walk through the center of the drying wetland, rather than the edge. Her untied shoes were consequently engulfed by the wetland soil, and, instead of assisting her, I took photographs. Notice the change in facial expression across time; from left to right, laughing to disgust.
Last fall, I went to the Gymnastics Allstars event held at the Quicken Arena in Cleveland. Most of the athletes that participated in the 2008 Summer Olympics performed some mediocre routines with crappy teen-rock playing in the background and strobe lights flashing. I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time or money on an event like this unless you’re a 10 year-old girl.
Anyway, the one cool part, I thought, was when a few little girls performed a floor routine. On the right, you can just make one out doing a blurry cartwheel.