An inquisitive old fart with a camera
One of those days where a clear sky signals progress, then the gray drear rolls in and all seems shit. Until you, somewhat grudgingly, take the dog to the beach, where you turn your face to the wind and take a deep breath and realize what you have just pulled into your lungs came from Antarctica, or somewhere in the South Atlantic, empty empty, and so much better for that.
I’m trying to remember the last time I was seriously in a physical book shop…over ten years ago? Libraries ceased being important to me maybe five years before that. Born in the 50s, I lived for libraries and bookstores. I’ve written books, sold over 10 million, so libraries and bookstores…important! But I left the land of my native language, the Untied Snakes, in 2007. And digital happened.
I love this photo.
An old computer monitor enclosure repurposed.
I left the Untied Snakes 13 years ago, and can’t remember the last time I saw this stuff. But here it is in Uruguay, a brittle plastic bag from the only place in the country that sells bagels. Split open through normal handling.
Flipping back the lid to my little worm composting setup revealed a mushroom that had grown inside, upside down.
A change in our medical insurance involved a one-page form for each of us. The person sitting at the computer printed out the empty forms, then filled them in by hand.
So now I can only guess that someone has to type that information into the computer?
Someone threw out a perfectly good fax machine.
Atlántida, Uruguay
Punte del Este, Uruguay