It really was hard to imagine anything more beautiful than that small animal. I stood in the jungle, my hands not yet as wrinkled and elderly as the ones I have today, clutching the old camera. The animal glanced up at me with black worried eyes, but didn’t run away as I raised my rusty brown camera and snapped a photo. I still don’t know if I regret not selling that photo. I mean, if I did, I’d be filthy rich. But in a way it’s like keeping a forever hidden secret. I know about something that nobody else does.