An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Coming home from the dog walk, we arrive at the water to see it’s brown, with a thin strip of blue at the horizon.
Two kilometers further east the blue water is much closer.
The brown is silty water from the Rio de la Plata. Some days the water is chocolate brown, and some days it is ocean green. But it is never really blue, as it is further east.
Going to buy fish, I noticed a truck, down the stairs, blocking my way.
Turned out to be someone delivering refrigeration equipment. And yes, it is 4-wheel drive. The driver was curious to know if I was German or French. When I lived in Germany, people sometimes wondered if I was French. When in France, I was sometime asked if I was German. Not bad for a ‘Murkan 😉
Iglesia de Atlántida.
The antique Commer truck. September 2012:
December 2014 – mistakenly thought to be a different one:
January 2016: and yet again, parked at the zoo:
Alas, on a dreary day in 2019, that sad truck that appears to have finally reached the end of the line:
Interesting to reflect that this truck was built the year I was born. Happy to report I’m holding up better….
3°C (37.4°F) in the back yard, which never (there I go, tempting fate) gets frost. Beautiful clear sky, as last night.
First frost is apparently a little later than usual this year.
There may be a story here … or not.
Pigeon on TV antenna. Yes, weather that dreary.
A dead penguin on the beach.
An appeal to ecological awareness, which caused me to remark how surprisingly free of plastic waste the beach in fact was.
And a surprise: the fishing platform mostly gone – it has been a long time since I walked on the beach.
It always had room for several people … no more.
And Mocha never stopped running the entire time – so many new things to smell!
The beautiful sunny days faded into more typical dreariness, and though it wasn’t cold-cold (do people say such things elsewhere?), a fire beckoned last night. We have a good supply of wood, and anything that decreases humidity is welcome almost any time, so it wasn’t difficult decision.
And The Committee approved.
A little security company mini-minivan pulled partway into our driveway and beeped the horn. When I went out front, the driver got out, leaving two (three?) people sitting in the car.
He was offering a security special of free installation something yadda yadda. I told him we had lived here almost ten years with dogs and no security company, and that the only problem we’d had during that time was the alarms of our absentee neighbors’ systems going off at all hours for no apparent reason.
Still, I asked him about what they had. And whether they were local.
No, not local, he said, but they have detectors with cameras, and when they pick up a signal, an operator checks the camera and calls the police if things look suspicious. I asked enough more to determine that dogs and cat would set off the alarm continuously, and his solution for that was to keep the animals in a segregated part of the house, and … ¡chau! Mr Security Man.
Though of course the idea of giving complete strangers the ability to activate cameras inside my house at any time … how could one not feel warm and fuzzy and secureabout that?