Matt Feldman Photography
Nearing the end of the trail on the Brazil side of the falls, a glimpse behind the water. This perspective is from the top left corner of the Devil’s Throat photo.
I ride a school bus every morning now. Again. A big yellow one. With green vinyl seats you peel yourself off of in hot weather. With the fold-out STOP sign. With the flashing lights. With the windows that only slide halfway down, enough to only tease riders about relief from the stifling environs. But my lunch hasn’t been stolen (yet), so things are still good.
The masterpiece of 20th century residential architecture.
Having acquired some kind of cold in Marrakech, I’ve started to cough. I hoped that good food and the warm air would snuff it out before it (and I) became a nuisance. No such luck. I awake today to begin a two-day mountain trek with a full-blown hacking cough.
From the walkway atop the Devil’s Throat portion of the Iguazu Falls, looking south at the Argentine side.