¡Estoy rico!

Even agressive Photoshop filters don’t make them particularly interesting.

Actually, they belong to my neighbor, whose two remaining guinea hens were pecking at the feet of one of them, which is almost interesting. In a limited way, on an off day.

Cow gaze: you can almost sense the intense cerebral activity.

 

Rare yellow turtle emerges from brown Uruguay surf

Semana de Turismo (or Semana Santa, or Pascua) gone, walk to the beach means socks and a jacket, and perhaps moving ‘firewood’ a notch higher on the to-do list. And having the beach to yourself. The waves are puny and brown, but almost iridescent with the blue they reflect from the sky, the sands blows crazy, and the channel cut by rainwater hosts mini-tsunamis. Here’s a (mercifully) short video clip, with lots of wind noise.

Always something.

My pet tarantula

House in the country not yet habitable. Workers Martín and Rafael preparing to leave Friday afternoon when Martín calls me in to see our new visitor. After some little discussion of how they weren’t dangerous, Martín said they usually kill them just to be sure. I said let it be my guest for the weekend.

It’s a small one.

Related: Itsy bitsy spider

Lookaloofah!

I chuckled as I picked through the cellophane-wrapped loofah sponges at Tienda Inglesa a long while ago, thinking how in the USA most shoppers would probably take horror in seeing seeds in their bath sponge. I, on the other hand, sought out the one most laden.

They got a late start, and now–finally–I’m seeing fruit. The vines have really hit their stride: you can practically watch them growing.

The loofah sponge I bought desperately needs replacing…hope on the horizon!