An inquisitive old fart with a camera
OK: granted, one of my more worthless posts: but here in the off-season, odd shit washes up and you have to (maybe) wonder about its origin. In this case a wheel.
In context, with the Oriental Spinky-faced Sand Hound.
Create a short story based on this in 50 words or less? Not sure I can. But try?
A few days ago, at the end of the boardwalk, edge of the beach. Why snakes would have been there is beyond me. No obvious evidence of what killed them. A month or so ago, I encountered a local man trying to kill a snake at the other end, near the parking area. I told him it wasn’t harmful. But he wanted to kill it anyway, “por las dudas” — just in case. Idiot!
I have not much effort lately to pick up the trash the fishermen leave behind on the beach. Today, walking barefoot, a clear piece of fishing line caught my eye. For some reason, I bent to pick it up. It wasn’t very long. Only then did I see what my unconscious eye had already spotted.
This is why I have almost no respect for those cerdos humanos who fish on the beach.
Wind, puddles, and a plastic bottle — what more does dog need? The crunching sound of the plastic bottle is part of the fun, but I muted the video because all you could hear was wind noise in the microphone.
It must have been a cat, is all I can think.
A dreary, stormy weekend ends Semana de Turismo, as Uruguay refers to Easter week. Which means it’s over — the high season that runs mid-December through mid-March, and includes this past week. Flash back to a couple of summer sightings:
Vacaciones — a reminder what many people associate with the beach I take for granted year round.
A fleeting tribute to a significant amount of time.
… when you can make one? Well, OK, one reason.
In front, signaling “I didn’t do it, honest,” is the Spinky-Faced Oriental Sand Hound.
Only very tangentially related, but ran across this bit of awesomeness today (computer animation of destruction of Pompeii).
