The Wild Fowl Trust was a staple during my childhood in southern Trinidad. Primary school was within the same compound and then secondary school art field trips had me always returning. This particular scene was always rich with swampy foliage and of course, the birds. Memories of the damp coolness, the pungent smell, the bird sounds, the mossy aged trees, have stayed with me. The threat of destruction, the irony of it being within an oil refinery compound while trying to preserve natural life was never lost on me.