Snow has come full force into Bozeman, and suddenly town is white again.
The skiers are thrilled, the children are building snowmen, and it’s looking a bit like Christmas. It’s nice to appreciate the seasons; to use winter to catch up work and prepare for trips to come.
But sometimes a tropic flat sneaks into the thought train every now and again.
November before last, I was in Belize on a shoot with Orvis. We bumped around Belize City, explored Mayan ruins, shot in the streets of San Pedro, and meandered around El Pescador Lodge.
There were a lot of moving parts, and a big photography crew who wasn’t necessarily used to working in outdoor conditions, but once the official shoot was done I remained a day to fish.
Looking back on the week, it’s a blur of desperate bids to find cold medicine (I came down with a flu almost immediately, and spent far too much time trying to find DayQuil, finally lucking out in the Belize City boat taxi terminal), rain (we had a lot of it) and comically maneuvering brakeless golf carts through the streets of San Pedro. I ended up stranded in the Belize City airport with a group of Dutch Marines (good company to be stranded with), chased bonefish and tarpon on Savannah Flats, and found snakes and tarantulas in the jungle along the Belize River. Ironically, I also ran into some of the Yellow Dog crew, of which now I’m a part of.
Wading through piles of snow while walking in downtown Bozeman today, my mind drifted to the colors and textures of Belize.
There’s something to be said for the crisp white snow and cloudy days, but sometimes (and especially with a camera) color wins out.
