I was born in 1966 in Mayagüez, Puerto Rico, and was raised, for the most part, in the capital city of San Juan Bautista.

    From primary to high school, I studied in Colegio San Antonio, of the Catholic religious order of the Capuchin Franciscan Friars Minor, in San Juan itself.

    My preference in music goes mainly around rock and roll, with some of my favorite bands and singers being Simple Minds, Winger, Boston, Roxette, Savage Garden, GTR, Men at Work, Saga, Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Phil Collins, REO Speedwagon, Def Leppard, Meatloaf, and U2. (Yes, I'm stuck in the '80's). I feel the greatest and sexiest female voice ever recorded is that of Grace Barnett Wing (Grace Slick) in her singing of "Somebody to Love". I also like to listen to the highest expression of Puerto Rican music, the "danza", some classical composers, as well as the music of Enya.

    My absolutely favorite literary work (after the Bible) is the epic masterpiece of the XX century, and perhaps of all times: John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings". Other readings that I much like include the other great allegory of Christianity written in the twentieth century, "The Chronicles of Narnia", by the great Anglican scholar Clive Staples Lewis. Ah, yes: and I love the most sublime novel in the Spanish language: "El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha", by Don Miguel de Cervantes y Saavedra.

    Some of my prefered movies include "The Wizard of Oz", "The Dark Crystal", "Fiddler on the Roof", "A Man for all Seasons", "Braveheart", "The Ten Commandments", "Ben-Hur", "The Passion of the Christ" and, of course, "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy. And I also love those astonishing nature documentaries presented and narrated by Sir David Frederick Attenborough. I also must admit that the "Transformers" movie took me back to my teenage years.

    Since my earliest childhood I had a deep interest in animals and, to a lesser extent, in plants. Over the years that I have lived in and out of Puerto Rico, my pets have included caimans, tarantulas, scorpions, hermit crabs, fiddler crabs, wasps, cockroaches, water bugs, snails, octopi, shrimp, earthworms, giant millipedes, giant centipedes, screech owls, parrots, finches, fish, giant toads, axolotls, newts, clawed frogs, boa constrictors, blind snakes, racers, ameivas, galliwasps, sliders, dwarf geckoes, ball pythons, twig anoles, crested anoles, giant anoles... and probably some others that I fail to remember as I write this. I also once had a collection of "carnivorous" plants, namely Venus fly-traps, and a couple of "ant farms" that came to an awful end the day I accidentally left them out in the sun. When I was in college, I once tried to keep a small colony of Jamaican fruit bats in my room, but my grandparents would have none of it. I don't blame them. They were messy eaters, and the mess after they ate was even worse.

    Aside from bats, cats are about the only mammals that truly appeal to me, and I do have a pet kitty, Pastelillo.

Doing what he does best: Pastelillo lounges around, living good thanks to my paycheck. The last time he caught an invading mouse was never.

Brusi Cay. Camuy, north-western Puerto Rico.

    Some time ago, I developed an interest in the amphibians and reptiles of the Caribbean Basin, and particularly in those of the Puerto Rican insular bank. It is at that stage that I find myself, now.

    My fascination with reptiles began when I was a boy, with an incident that would have been insignificant to an adult, but which left an indelible mark in my then six year-old mind.

    As I was walking one day through a forest owned by my grandfather, near the town of Maricao in western Puerto Rico, I beheld a little, emerald-green dragon perched on a tree trunk. It stared at me with pupils set between yellow eyelids, and had a crest on its tail. Never before, and never since, have I had such a haunting encounter in the midst of a rain forest (and maybe only fellow herpers will understand my feelings). It was like being taken into another world by a vision of beauty, an almost physical dislocation between me and time-space. It was a vision harking to the Only, Sacred Place-Moment where Beauty is and Darkness will never reach.

    To this day, I have not fully recovered from the painful, sinking feeling in my heart, as I clumsily tried to capture the creature, and then failed. I wished to touch it, to possess it. In horrible helplessness, I saw it dart up the tree, never to see it again. It is a wound that will only heal on the Day of the Resurrection, when I hope to possess all things as the Origin of All Things will possess in full everything that exists, to include us.

    Years went by before I learned the name of the small dragon: the Puerto Rican giant anole, Anolis cuvieri.

    Some time later, during my early adolescence, I found myself before another creature that left me almost as breathless. "Almost" only because that time I was actually looking for it - but when I at last found it, expectation did not take away the excitement, even if the overall emotion was not as deep as with the giant anole. As I was wading through a stream near El Rosario, a small village in the south-western region of the island, I saw it sunning itself on a natural limestone terrace near the water. Two meters of coiled muscle, soft scales, sharp fangs, and brilliant iridescence: a greater Puerto Rican boa, Epicrates inornatus.

    Those two events sealed in me the attraction for those beautiful, scaly creatures made by the hands of God.

    In 1984 I surrendered my heart to Jesus the Christ, the One Promised to the Nations; Son of God; God made Man; Lord and Savior of Mankind; Fulfillment of all Hopes; Desire of Men's Hearts; Redeemer of Created Beauty; Whom no Tongue of Angels or Men Will ever Praise enough; the Way, the Truth, the Life; King of Kings; Lord of Lords; the Alpha and the Omega; the Beginning and the End; the Same Yesterday, Today, and Forever; Sovereign over Creation; He in Whose Name Alone We Find Salvation; before Whom every Knee in Heaven, on Earth, and in the Abyss Shall Bend. I took for my mother Saint Mary, Most Favored Daughter of God the Father, Most Holy Mother of God the Son, Most Beautiful Spouse of God the Holy Spirit; Immaculate Masterpiece of the Creator; Handmaiden of the Lord; Queen of the Universe; the One Whose Seed Defeated the Evil One; She before Whom the Highest Angels Bow in Reverence; Mother of Believers in the Only Begotten Son; Terror to Demons.

    In 1989 I abandoned my university studies in Marine Biology to enter seminary. I studied Western Philosophy in Santa María de los Angeles Seminary, in San Juan, and later studied Theology in San Ildefonso's Seminary in Toledo, Spain, and in Mount Saint Mary´s Seminary, in Maryland, United States of America.

    In 1993 I was ordained a Catholic priest for the diocese of Saint Thomas, United States Virgin Islands, where I lived from then until the year 2000. I now reside in Puerto Rico, and ordinarily exercise my ministry as a full-time military chaplain at the Joint Force Headquarters, Puerto Rico National Guard, United States Army. I have the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and I have been deployed in operations at the state level as well as for Operation Iraqi Freedom, in the Middle East. I am currently on a peace-keeping mission in the Balkan region.

    In 1995 I bought my first camera and lens and with that began my present pastime: nature photography. The photographs that I have taken ever since constitute the foundation of this web site.

The Pitons and the village of Soufriere. South-western Saint Lucia, Lesser Antilles.

Camp Victory, Irak, 2005.

    I believe it was Saint Augustine who once wrote (and I paraphrase) that "the greatest of creatures are but crumbs of bread fallen from the table of the Creator, yet even the smallest of creatures are love letters from a Friend we have not met, and news from a Homeland we have not seen."

    Saint Thomas Aquinas is less emotional, yet more analytical that Augustine. While standing on the shoulders of another giant of thought, Aristotle, he would say that "...all things created reflect the four transcendental perfections of goodness, truth, beauty, and unity, each thing in its own way and degree."

    Regardless of one's leanings toward either one or the other of the aforementioned means of expression, it remains true that God creates nothing evil, nothing ugly.

    All things come from His hands are works of art. The apparitions of His Majesty and the heralds of Highest Reality.

    To allow His art to speak to us, we only need to keep open the eyes and ears of the soul. With a fundamental virtue called reverence we are able to acknowledge in awe that all creatures are theophanies of the Good Maker, for He cannot but make them good (Genesis 1: 31) as He shapes Chaos into Cosmos (Genesis 1: 1-3). Such theophanies where further sanctified and declared "good" in the union of natures - divine and human - which took place in the Jewish Carpenter who touched the material Universe with his hands of flesh.

Hills at dawn. Cayey Valley, east-central Puerto Rico.

    It is with the human capacity for reverence, more than with empirical sciences, that this web site has to do, for God created the visible range of the electromagnetic spectrum so that we could employ our eyes to revere the fingerprints He left on Creation.

    It is reverence that helps man to discipline his intelligence in order to be able to understand the map that Creation is, a map made complete by and in the Messiah. Created intelligence, by itself, is not sufficient to comprehend the sublime depths of the act of being incarnated in Creation. Modern Catholic philosopher Alice von Hildebrand said once that "intelligent people seem to hold the patent on stupidity" if they lack reverence. And, Catholicism aside, Christians in general remind themselves that the most intelligent creature of his time is now in Hell, due to an act of irreverence spawned in the festering pool of his pride.

    It is reverence that which brings true order to the intelligence that the Maker bestowed on us, and such order makes us capable of bringing our mind to subjection and obedience to the Truth. Only by obedience to this preexisting Truth does man become truly free, truly powerful.

Summit of Mount Lujboten, Kosovo, 2012.

    Regarding my web site, I feel compelled to clarify two things:

    In the first place, that I am not a professional biologist. After the High Priest called me to be his priest I did not pursue any more even a bachelor's degree in Biology. The information that accompanies the photographs that follow represents my best knowledge of the diverse landscapes and organisms that you will see. In no way do I claim to have any expertise on any of the subjects that I discuss. The depth of detail varies greatly among sections, depending of how much I know about different subjects. For example, you will notice that I discuss lizards and snakes at length; on the other hand, you will see how little I know abouAt t fungi. Similarly, I treat subjects related to Puerto Rico more in depth than I do those related to other Caribbean islands simply because it is in Puerto Rico where I have lived most of my life.

Nothing says "success" like returning to your hotel room tired, dirty, and with a giant anguid in your hand.

    Because vernacular names vary from one place to another or may at times be misleading, I use scientific names whenever possible (down to subspecies, if I know them) in conjunction with the photographs of the organisms shown in this site. Some of them are assigned to a genus only because their morphologies are similar to those of species that I know well, or according to literature that could be outdated. I am certain that I have assigned some names in error. If any of you believes that any information contained herein is incorrect, please do let me know at the electronic address inside the frame at your left. You will help me further if you can include literature references.

Subterranean stream. Yuyu Cavern, Ciales, central Puerto Rico.

    Secondly, I wish to clarify that I am not a professional photographer, but only an amateur. For that matter, I am not precisely an expert at building web pages, either.

    Given the aforementioned caveats, it follows that my website is not an attempt at erudition. It is not intended to be offered to you as a substitute for scholarly research in the pertinent branches of geological, geographical, and biological sciences. It is simply my own personal expression of a hobby.

Tortola, Saint Thomas, and Jost van Dyke seen from Guana Island, British Virgin Islands.

    I intend to keep updating my site as I continue my travels throughout the Caribbean and take photographs of new subjects, or better ones of previous ones. A website offers its author more latitude than a book does in order to show written and photographic material. Even if that is the case, and even if I try to show as many species and ecosystems as I can, there are still limits, and I cannot hope to offer you a view of every single Caribbean organic life form or habitat.

    As is the case with my electronic address, links to the other sections in this site are located inside the frame at your left. After you proceed from this introductory page, click on the thumbnailed photographs in order to see their larger versions.

    I also dedicate this to my grandfather, José Muñoz Cuebas. He captured for me one of the little green dragons, shortly after the first one I saw avoided my grasp. Years before I had learned how to drive a car, he would take me to the mangrove swamps so I could chase after fiddler crabs. He would take me to the mountains of Puerto Rico and would sit patiently at a distance, while I would spend hours gazing in awe at the forests that are above the clouds.

    It was he who took me to El Rosario the day I saw that boa, not understanding my interest in the least, but loving me all the same. As I yelled endlessly in a fit of hysterical joy he came running to me, almost weeping in anguish, thinking that somehow I had been hurt, and then helped me to place the creature in a bag, afraid of being bitten... still loving me, all the same.

    The Father of Infinite Love and Everlasting Mercy gave my grandfather and my other brother José to me, and then called them from my arms to His, not long ago.

    You are not here, grandpa and bro. But I will always love you both, all the same.

    Help me not to forget the promises of my Baptism, and together we will visit the mountains of the Homeland, Where Farewells Have no Meaning.

Rain clouds and moonlight over the Caribbean Sea, seen from the lowland tropical rain forest. Near Eggleston, south-central Dominica, Lesser Antilles.

    The section on plants I dedicate to my grandmother, Gilda Vázquez de Muñoz. Her garden, a small forest in itself, provided me with endless inspiration, and with a hundred places to look for lizards. Never have I known anyone else with so much understanding of what a plant needs to better reflect the beauty of the Gardener.

    My grandmother deeply misses my grandfather.

    Their hope will blossom into everlasting gardens. Their patience will be rewarded Where Farewells Have no Meaning.

Guana Island Nature Reserve, British Virgin Islands.

Saint Vincent, 2006.

    I dedicate this site, as well, to my uncle José Muñoz Jr., who also took me to so many places, and whose friendship I have enjoyed for many years. I will never forget the day he took me to a forest under a downpour of rain, when I saw two giant anoles resting on the lianas. He was so patient with me, even during times when I was simply obnoxious to him. His love for caverns and archaeology has been so inspiring to me for years. I admired and envied his cameras and lenses when I was a boy, and he has always affirmed me in my own pastime as a photographer. We have shared so many good times, and so many laughs.

Saint Anne's Chapel, Saint Thomas, United States Virgin Islands, 2010.

    Next, I dedicate this web site to my best friend and Confirmation godfather, Juan H. Sánchez. Who possesses the gift of being my conscience, especially during times when I wanted my own to be quiet and leave me alone. Who knows what is going on inside me, even when I do not want to talk about it. Who many a night went with me to Old San Juan to drink a few beers and look at the pretty girls. Who accompanied me to camp on the mountains, even when he had to sleep in my car because of the cold. Who drops whatever he is doing to listen to me, whenever I need to be listened to. Who took me by surprise the day he drove his car a long distance, in the spur of a moment, to pay for my registration in college, because I had forgotten my money at home.

    Because we happen to share a surname, I have for long called him my "cousin".

    But that is not true: he is my brother.

    An image of the One Friend.

    And there are other friends, as well: Joseph Burgess, Alfredo Colón, Vicky Colón, Michael Kosak, Hannah Madden, Luis Nieves, Juan Antonio Rivas Romero, Mel Rivera, José Rivera, José Rodríguez, Miguel Ángel Vives, Julio Vera, Richard West... To all of you I owe my gratitude for affirming me. I owe you my gratitude for sometimes just putting up with my short temper.

Clara Cavern. Camuy Caverns Park, north-western Puerto Rico.

    I offer this web site to the peoples of the Caribbean, stewards of the natural treasures that God has entrusted to them. May they all allow themselves to be enraptured by the metaphysical harmony of the rivers, swamps, volcanoes, caverns, trees, flowers, scorpions, frogs, snakes, crocodiles, birds, and bats that grace their islands.

    Finally, I dedicate this to all the persons who have made me a better man by offering me the beauty of their loving friendship... and to all who have learned to contemplate the beauty of the Heavenly Father in His reptiles.

    Since friendship is the truest adventure, I pray that in their friendship I will rejoice, on the Day of the Resurrection, in the Rain Forests of the Homeland, under the Shadow of the One Friend...

    ... in Whose Sacred Heart Farewells Have no Meaning.