Sofia Reyes

Three tree frogs, forty-seven moths, one camera trap, and a cloud that has been sitting inside my sleeves since breakfast.

We came looking for population loss and found a route we did not know the pollinators were using. Back to the maps.

My mother has summarized the entire family while I stood beside a freezer buying ice packs for samples.

There is a point where waterproof becomes a philosophical claim. We reached it before noon.

Boots in the wash basin, samples in the lab, beans on the stove, and my niece explaining a week of school faster than any field recorder can handle.