
I left the house in full sun six blocks away.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

I left the house in full sun six blocks away.

“Yankees out of Latin America.”
Was it something I said?
Around 8:00 AM yesterday, I heard a commercial jet, much louder than I’d ever heard. I went outside and spotted it flying at around 3,000 feet – less than half the altitude of normal outbound planes. More, it was heading at right angles to Europe-bound flights. In fact, towards Antarctica.
Then, seven or eight minutes later, another plane on the same path. And another.
Turns out it was the same plane (at 2,550 feet :).

It went over six times.

And then flew back to the airport.

Why? Presumably a bird strike shortly after takeoff. One engine flamed out, and the hour or so of flying overhead here was to burn off fuel so the plane could land safely.
More here: https://archive.is/PFmYw


Probably pulled out by someone rummaging through the bin. I’m a little surprised that apparently no one thinks to clean up the bin when it’s right in front of their house. It’s the same everywhere I’ve seen in our neighborhood.

A new trash container appears, sourced locally and looking more solid than the older ones from Europe somewhere.

That’s it to the left of the photo, and to be fair, trees falling during the recent windstorm probably did in the blue one, though I have seen some still standing that look almost that bad.

Friday evening as I went out with the dogs for a local walk, I noticed our neighbor dragging a huge pile of brush from the left of his driveway into the center of the intersection (which is pretty busy, considering the mini-market to the right of where I stood).
He told me it was a protest, since he had called the intendencia at least 13 times since June to pick this stuff up. But on the beginning of a weekend? I wondered.
Saturday it was all dragged into the ditch behind the blue trash container. Which wouldn’t have pleased me too much if that was my house.

And on Sunday morning the whole pile was dragged back to the right of the original driveway.
I think I will be asking no questions.

I stopped to take a picture of the truck which recently appeared, but the scene reminds me why I like Atlántida. Visually, it’s a varied and interesting place. Not dull for a moment.

Or something.

And what would it look like if done today?

Between the bank ATMs and the phone company office.
Nothing to see here, citizens, please move along.
Oh, but do watch your step.