Semuc Champey, Guatemala
The clear cascades tumble down to reveal the teal and turquoise hidden within each kaleidoscopic prism. The trees lean and bend over the banks for a glimpse at their jade reflection in the shimmery depths. The imperceptible undercurrents guide the moss through the stoney blockades that rest on the bed. To be here is to reach back, on a parallel time forgotten, and drag the echoes of an uninhabited space back into the present, if only for a moment. The sounds of the forest all around encourage the flow to continue, seeming to push it onward effortlessly in its serene ambiance.