
The abomination that wasn’t there three days ago. 200 meters from my friends’ front yard.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

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.

Little house in the garden, Atlántida, Uruguay

New, in our local park.

Another abandoned boardwalk through the dunes.

1) They actually added a proper handrail after

2) the original, tacked to the deck, fell apart and was carted off, presumably for firewood.

3) Another walk two years after they build it through an eroded portion of the dunes (to save the dunes, natch).

4) The same, 2-½ years later.
Mind if we put up this piece of shit ten meters from your back door?

Actually, that’s just a rhetorical question. We could care less what you think.

And who is we?
My neighbor Wayne tipped me off to this. I hadn’t been by recently, but know it well. This house is new, and this radiation tower even newer, and all of a quarter mile (.4 km) from the one installed a year and a half ago.
316 meters (1,034 feet) from our front door. The previous is 544 meters (1,785 feet) away.
In contrast to when I posted before, I now have a smart phone, and took these pictures with it. It has less bulk than my digital camera, many more capabilities, and is a great help traveling: Lyft, AirBnB, etc. However, generally when I carry it it’s in airplane mode. I don’t consider more radiation a good thing.
As I don’t consider another, closer radiation tower a good thing.

This morning a crew is working on the new radiation tower near us. My only observations previously about radiation towers have been that a) they appear overnight, and b) they never go away. In this case, as far as I can tell, nothing has been done for almost three weeks.
Overnight, Uruguay-style.

About 500 meters from our front door, what looks like it can be only one thing: the base of a cell tower. I don’t like cell towers. I rarely use my cell phone. I have used one so little that I can still feel the numbness around my ear that no doubt you have long since gotten used to.
A friend’s country place includes a octagonal building with a removable center piece which conceals a fire pit. Apparently they – whoever they are – held retreats there.
The last three chairs of six and coffee table I bought used a couple years ago needed to go somewhere to free up space for our Christmas day party.