
Perhaps should have stacked in a dry place.
Or maybe not left it there over two years.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Perhaps should have stacked in a dry place.
Or maybe not left it there over two years.
Sometimes as early as the beginning of June; sometimes as late as mid-July, but here it is, and heavy. Polar front predicted to give us several days of cold weather…oh sorry, “extreme” — from -2 to 3°C, or mid 20s to mid 30s°F. Pretty funny for someone who grew up in Connecticut. Or, God forbid, Canada! 😱
However, what we lack in extreme cold outside we make up for with our home’s insulation, consisting of single brick and stucco. In other words, nothing.
But Uruguay! This apparently goes back a bit (source):
They have fine houses and well-padded pocket-books. Many of them trace their descent from families that came to Uruguay hundreds of years ago. Their possessions are in great estates, rented houses, and in cattle and sheep. They have their palaces in Montevideo, whose floors are marble, and whose ceilings are frescoed and upheld by marble columns from Italy. They have vast one-story buildings on their estates, where in summer time they entertain like lords, supplying every guest with a horse. In the winter, their surroundings are equally pretentious, but very uncomfortable, for the houses of Montevideo are as frigid as the white marble in which they are finished. The people believe artificial heat unhealthy, and in this city, which is as large as Washington, and quite as cold, there is not a furnace or a steam-heating plant. During cold snaps, a hostess often receives dressed in furs, with her hands in a muff and her feet on a hot-water bottle, and gentlemen and ladies come to state dinners in over-coats and fur capes.
OK, it’s been five years since I ranted about this: people in Tienda Inglesa blocking aisles with abandoned shopping carts. What are they thinking?
And who are these people?
Employees, of course.
Fruit-fly attention span, or just a general lack of situational awareness? My guess is the latter.
Uruguayan camper. Worth sharing, but, umm, I don’t think I have anything else to say about it.
A trace of fog. And just a few blocks later….
Normally I avoid power cables in photos, but in this case they add a sort of grittiness that appeals to me..
…turns out the answer to “how often should you clean the mesh of your French press?” is not “every five or six years.”
Who knew?
Yesterday I received a wonderful book from a guy I worked with in West Germany as school photographers in the mid-1980s and had not heard from since: Running Douglas County.
Turns out we have something in common:
So. Yesterday in the park near our house.
When it’s time to get rid of the old CRT TV or computer monitor, you don’t leave it in one of the hundreds of containers put out for that purpose by the municipality, you somehow drag it into the middle of nowhere and leave it there instead.
Because that’s what Grandpa would have done.
“It’s the way we’ve always done it.”