An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Perfect weather, empty beach. Still, walking even 100 steps with eyes closed is a challenge. Reminds me of riding a bicycle with eyes closed on Edisto Island, South Carolina. Makes a calm, flat, empty beach considerably more adventurous.
Onshore wind, nice clean break. I kept walking until I reached the mouth of the Solís Chico, probably the best surfing spot nearby.
Four patient surfers. And no, the waves rarely get much larger than that.
I’ve seen the hoof prints for a long time (and watched our Shi-Tzu face-plant in a couple), and finally the question is answered … sort of. Two gaucho guys who come from the east.
Just a couple of photos that have accumulated.
After seeing the gull, I saved a little fish from dinner to take to it the next day. Didn’t. But the gull was still there, so I drove back, after dark, with little pieces of fish on a piece of wood, and some water. It jerked its head towards what I offered a couple times, but it was too dark to see if it was eating or not.
Yesterday I took a little canned tuna. The piece of wood was gone, but I found a piece of a plastic flowerpot, put the tuna on it, and edged it toward the bird … who didn’t seem to like the idea of that plastic thing so close to it.
So today:
that piece of plastic. No sign of the little depression the bird had made. No tuna, but there wouldn’t be; there are every day many dogs on the beach. No bird, no sign of bird. Anywhere.
Gone.
January 2013
July 2015
Just kidding. A couple square meters of beach in Atlántida.
Las Toscas, Canelones, Uruguay
Two years ago I posted a photo of the new wooden boardwalk stairs in Las Toscas.
I had already posted a year before the state of the closest unmaintained boardwalk, railings completely gone.
Update on the Las Toscas boardwalk (the concrete stairs are still perfectly fine):
