This incredible transitional zone called Tapuio, from 300 to 700 meters and from cultivated land to forest, is under attack. Farmers remove the forest, developers fill the clearcut void with noise and bricks, and hunters kill.
This beautiful land where bromeliads the size of VW Beetles hide frogs the size of a fingernail, where orchids grow on the trunks of coffee, where in late fall blue skies and green trees rain passionfruit and avocados, Tapuio is dying, leaf by leaf, frog by frog.
In the mornings I watch the sun rise and burn out of the Atlantic 1300 feet below while jacupembas hurl themselves from the tops of trees and scream laughing.
On cool rainy nights I sit at the edge of the porch hunched up with the frogs to watch in awe the miracle of rain.
You can visit me here on this mountainside.
You can support Tapuio.
Get in touch! Whatsapp: +55 28 99257 7205 Facetime: [email protected] I’ll let you know what’s going on!
If you’re interested in visiting, I have a second house up here you can stay in. It’s about 250 meters from my house and has its own source of spring water.
Want to show your support but not interested in buying any of the Zazzle merchandise or flying down to Brazil? Feel free to drop a few crypto-fractions in my wallet. If ever I get enough, my dream is to purchase the mountain and turn the entire area into a preserve. No more cows, no more hunting, no more deforestation. Just trees and water and birds and frogs and sloths and….