Question 🤔 Would you get on this plane? It was somewhere in Costa Rica, and ominous dark clouds suffocated the sky. Because of its diminutive size, the weight restriction for carry-ons was about 15 pounds. I had to leave most of my clothes behind in order to take my camera gear. I knew it was going to be a rough ride when they cleaned the 🤮 from a previous passenger.

Despite this, I was desperate to get to the Osa Peninsula and photograph wildlife in the jungle. Monkeys, Dolphins, exotic birds, and Cayman all awaited. So I boarded to the heavy scent of bleach and proceeded to sit directly behind the pilots. From this perspective, it was quickly apparent that they were flying solely by instrument. There was no visibility and the engine whined loudly. Each rise and fall of the plane turned my stomach like riding a rollercoaster. Sheets of rain washed over the windshield. I truly was. over. For the next hour, I braced myself, prayed, and promised "I'll be good if only you let me live."

Thankfully I'm here to tell this story and the images are on my website in the Costa Rica, Lost Paradise gallery.