An inquisitive old fart with a camera
We’re a few weeks away from the winter solstice. Happily, the short days have been mostly sunny. And because the sun is lower in the sky, we see reflections from the kitchen sink and faucet that don’t occur at other times of the year.
The dream tree
I don’t recall why I took this picture. Over three years ago.
When you realize your toaster oven is glowering at you. And has been. For a very long time.
When your kitchen towel looks like a Kabuki performer.
OK, very localized. Perhaps having something to with the refrigerator we bought when we arrived 11 years ago, which is not self-defrosting.
I had never imagined I’d live in a place where I considered 60% relative humidity to be “dry.”
We don’t have snow in Uruguay. Frost a few ties a year, but no snow.
KLM from Buenos Aires to Amsterdam.
The abomination that wasn’t there three days ago. 200 meters from my friends’ front yard.
A few days ago, returning from the dog walk, I spotted the base for a cell tower installed a couple hundred meters from my friends’ house. I took a picture to make a before-and-after.
Alas, I didn’t have the correct angle. But from one day to next, they’re now staring at this thing from their patio (much clearer than here, with the tree blocking it. They’re perhaps the only people I know who don’t own a cell phone, a thought no doubt horrifying to many.
As is my reply to people who ask why I didn’t answer their call. Because my cell phone was turned off. And the VOIP land line is frequently unplugged.
