🦟🏝️The Mosquito Coast Season 2 trailer. Season 2 premieres November 4 on @appletvplus
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
MOSQUITO COAST @appletvplus Episode 5 Directed by @alonsoab Isela and the dealings with men. @daniel_raymont @ianmdavies @justintheroux @ariyonbakare 📷 🎥 @alonsoab
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Under star flowers🌟🪷🌟 Floating on an autumn night over the sea just north of the Arctic Circle. The only noise comes from the gentle wind hitting the life rafts above our heads. In front of us, the miniature lights of a town called Honningsvåg. The vast ocean surrounds us, stretching away into the distance until it encounters the horizon. A barrier of darkness…the black sky polka doted by the stars. Out of nowhere, without trumpets or sounds to announce its arrival, the bud of a giant flower. Slowly, color and light begin to manifest. A cosmic tulip blooming. A lotus flower blossoms. My mind knows that we are witnessing the Northern Lights but all I see is magic. The Cree Indians held that the Aurora was part of life’s circle and were the spirits of the dead who remained in the sky above their loved ones. The Cree believed that the lights were spirits of these departed friends and relatives trying to communicate with those they had left behind on earth. Noche de Octubre 2-3. Celebrando un año exacto de tu nueva vida. Gracias Primo! #auroraborealis
Los extraños no se extrañan. Los que se extrañan nunca serán extraños. Te extrañe.
Los extraños no se extrañan. Los que se extrañan nunca serán extraños. Te extrañe.
Repost from @appletvplus • The only rule at Casa Roja? Don’t be seen. The Foxes face the consequences in #TheMosquitoCoast.
Here and now, always and forever Howard… @brianbuckleyband
💔 ECOCIDE happening in Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula. All of you who are reading have no idea the pain this brings my heart. I grew up here. In cancun. This nature raised me. It created and cultivated my connection to the earth. This jungle and water system (cenotes and ocean) hold my most precious and valuable memories. As I type…IT IS BEING DESTROYED by a governmental project wrongly called “The Mayan Train…”. A project that has held no respect for the environment. A project done with NO environmental studies of impact of any kind. They are filling up sacred cenotes with cement. Cenotes who’s crystal waters feed the color of the Caribbean ocean and reefs. They’ve cut down millions of trees and done nothing to recycle the lumber. This jungle is the second most important lung after the Amazon rainforest. Thousands of animals are loosing the only home they know. This project will displace many indigenous Mayan communities, who’s ancestors have lived in this land for centuries. The movement #selvamedeltren started with only one purpose, to give voice to our experts, academics and indigenous communities so they may educate the public on what’s happening and what can be done to stop it. We are now a group of many collectives united under one truth… the peninsula of Yucatan will not survive if this destruction continues. Please share. Please contact me if you want to inform yourself about it. Thank you for reading! But mostly, thank you for CARING! Gracias! 🎥by @miguelgmo 🙏🏽🙌🏽
