Author: doug

Advertising, UY style

I picked up one of those little advertising booklets. Flipping through it, a couple of things struck me. A guy advertising his transport service with a picture of a 60 year old truck.

And who could possibly think this imagery is going to inspire confidence in a locksmith?

Ah, Uruguay, es lo que hay.

The mind of the ceibo

As I said a few days ago, I have always thought trees have an innate sense of what, well, makes sense. I received this ceibo as a gift in a bucket, maybe half a meter tall. I let it dry out the first winter, and the main trunk died. What remains are three branches. I tied the dominant one vertical when I planted it out front. It was about half this height.

But obviously it has decided, “I am a branch. I do not grow up. I grow out.”

All righty, then: ¡adelante!

The mind of the palta (avocado) tree

I has always thought that trees have innate intelligence, but one of our two avocado trees is doing its best to prove me wrong. The last time it bore fruit heavily, it had so much weight on this branch that I had to put a board underneath so that it wouldn’t break. And now this.

A little skinny twig forks, one side becoming hugely thicker, then doing a 180 and growing upwards.

Really. Where did this tree go to school?

Indigone

A bustling place―if not outstanding―with a deck overlooking the beach. Prime location. Buildings on the beach side of the Rambla are very rare. And then one day this summer the thriving business became an empty shell.

No idea what happened.