Flowers or Death By Landslide

Lying on my back in the wet grass after a rainstorm in the Peruvian jungle, about two feet away from a forty foot drop into a raging river, with my heart in my throat imagining death by landslide, to take a picture of a beautiful flower. The caveman is in the background yelling, “What the hell are you doing?” The gringa is not in her right mind sometimes.