Author: Paul Woggy

Hidden in the foliage of a giant 100 year old rubber tree, this fabulous flyer zoomed around loving life—pausing only long enough for a pic before launching back into the air to investigate another part of the tree.

Location: Parque Tres de Febrero, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Three berries! He froze, blinked twice, and slowly stretched every inch of himself closer. The alluring scent, the nearly translucent blush-pink gleam—candy from the mountains! And now, with toes gripping, his chest swelling, he reached. Even after the season’s pilgrimage, stone by stone through Patagonia, there’s no need to rush. Each berry will be savored with its own individual appreciation.

Location: Laguna Esmeralda, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina

This little diva scurried right up to my camera, demanding a photoshoot. Bold, face in the lens, trying different poses. Was my presence novel to her, or did she know what she was doing? I had my picture for the day so pulled the jerky out of my pack and sat back to relax. She came up to look at my trail snack and, disinterested, launched herself into the air and flew upstream.

Location: Virgin River, Zion National Park, Utah

In the cool autumn morning the mule deer and brush rabbits bound through the thicket. The manzanita berries are sticky sweet and fragrant. I think I’ll take some home to savor—maybe make a cider…

Location: Corte Madera Mountain, Cleveland National Forest, California

After a morning of cloud cover, the sudden sun pouring down was blinding for a second, then refreshing. “Marvelous time to be alive!” came a voice out of nowhere. “Oh, hi!” I said, momentarily startled, “Indeed—who could ask for more?” “Sure can’t in this moment—that’s why I visit! Great seeing you, Paul!” he said as he marched on. “You too,” I replied instinctively. Wait, I don’t know that guy…

Location: Rosengarten, Dolomites, Italy