
Just a bag on the ground

An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Two different species of ants trying to make sense of their paths as they run into each other. No hostility I think, but there does seem to be a bit of confusion. My moving the camera all over the place doesn’t help. But neat: something we haven’t seen before.

No idea why a sign maker would dump styrofoam boards in our locale, but fascinating to see – at least a little – how signs are made. As a lover of letter forms, I saved them “just because.” But I expect they’ll go back in the trash when the current collectors’ strike is over…this is the only container I saw yesterday that wasn’t overflowing.

A hand towel hanging on our refrigerator.

Looking through my collected campers over the years, you’ll find few that you’d be tempted to call classy, with many qualifying as the quite the opposite, from military monster trucks to…well, see for yourself.
So I was surprised by this one: 1) local (from Montevideo — the “S” plate), and 2) not parked at the beach.

We don’t travel to escape life, but so that life doesn’t escape (run away from) us.
I like that.

Just as our friends are getting ready to adopt a couple of 4-month-old puppies, one with a black spot surrounding one eye, I see this dog a few blocks from us and think, “poor dirty old dog”…
…and then it starts to run. Umm, no, not old. Betty, the orphaned sheepdog we took in last January, is almost 14 years old and not quite up to the young one’s capers – though she can indeed run very fast when she gets it in her mind to do so.

At one of the more remote points of our dog walk, I started noticing a textured patch that gave no clue what caused it, or could have caused it. And never seemed to have had anything walk through it.

Since it seemed to occur every day, untouched, I put a footprint in the middle of it as an experiment.

And the next day find the pattern again, with no sign of my footprint from 24 hours before.

So what’s going on here?

What made this trail? And why did it stop? And where did it go?

And what form of propulsion?

Makes a lizard look absolutely sloppy in comparison.

Though not far from us, I hadn’t noticed that a new used-car lot had spring up—as if Uruguay needs another!
When we arrived in Uruguay, I was fond of mimicking something Henry Ford may or may not have said over 100 years ago: In Uruguay, the customer can have a car in any color he wants, as long as it’s silver.
I thought that had changed. Perhaps it has. Perhaps everyone has traded in their silver cars? I’ll be paying more attention….

…we’re just clouds. We’re not going to hurt you or anything.