
Not that it’s a sea, of course. It’s considered the river, the Rio de La Plata. Whose opposite bank is Antarctica.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Photos for their own sake. No particular context.

Not that it’s a sea, of course. It’s considered the river, the Rio de La Plata. Whose opposite bank is Antarctica.

A little before 0800. Stiff breeze out of the east. Went to bed early, got up even earlier at 0430. One of those days I’m glad I don’t have a J-O-B.

With a little help from Photoshop 😉


About the only good thing I can say about our flood-prone street:* sometimes puddles make interesting reflections.
*completely fixable, of course, if the intendencia were paying any attention.

…you set aside the corruption and official incompetence you’ve witnessed, set aside the reflections of a native on a culture that rewards mediocrity and discourages ambition, have a glass of wine, and enjoy the sky as the sun sets,

grateful it doesn’t look like what you saw so often in North America and Europe.

A little visual symphony as the morning sun hits the beveled mirror at the far right. Though a visual artist, and author of a book on perspective drawing, I have no idea what’s going on with the reflections. Notice the shadow of a plug in the white patch on the left.
What little this has to do with Uruguay: the wall on the left faces almost south. As we approach the summer solstice, the rising sun now shines on the south wall of our house morning and evening.

More stormy weather in the middle of beach season.

