
Evening sky, Atlántida
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Evening sky, Atlántida


Several kilometers off-grid, a monstrous-huge gringo dream house that didn’t exactly work out as planned. Apparently now occupied, weekends only, by half the family that intended to live the dream there.
Reminds me of this.


Palo borracho: tree-hugger’s nemesis

In the midst of a discussion about internet censorship and Jesuits and New World Order I did this snapshot and thought “what am I missing?”



Unfortunately for Lea the Lizard Chasing Dog, it was already quite dead. Its tail broke off moments after taking this picture, an impressive escape move from something that isn’t even alive.
