An inquisitive old fart with a camera
…without saying “I’m the boss.”
First, do your research into available biped vectors, and find the spot where they’re most likely to trip over you.
Once that is established, pull your bed into place and settle in for the inevitable excitement.
It’s been brutal lately.
I don’t know how Syd managed with his face uncovered. His beard probably helped.
I dug out a bit of mosquito netting I haven’t used since I bought it 25 years ago in Australia. Not perfect, but not bad.
The front avocado tree has been dumping immature avocados like crazy. No idea why.
For years – especially in the country closer to the Escuela Militar de Aeronáutica in Pando – I’ve heard the whining dives of military trainer prop planes, but only recently have they appeared off the coast, and it’s not dives they’re doing but loop-de-loops! So there have been times we have aerial acrobatics visible from our front yard. Pretty cool.
Terrible video, I know. It’s almost impossible to track an object while zoomed on my little point-and-shoot camera. This is probably the most unaesthetic imagery I have ever posted, but you get the idea.
Can’t grade the tosca (“dirt” ) roads until they dry out. Meanwhile, a challenge to drive. Or walk. Unless you’re a dog.
More utterly inscrutable Oriental handwriting.*
And a reminder – needed? – why it’s not a good idea to drop peanut butter containers on the floor.
*the actual name for Uruguay is La República Oriental del Uruguay – the republic east of the Uruguay [river] – and its inhabitants are sometimes referred to as orientales
I was reviewing Medium articles and noticed that several had “AI”-generated images. Then I saw this photo and thought, that might make an interesting subject for “AI”…
Yikes. I tried to specify light direction, but despite four more tries it kept the sun in this position. Otherwise kind of impressive!
Even if I’m reading some numbers wrong, I still can’t get it to add up to 586.
So, a small bundle of trimmings to add to the waste pile collected a few times per year. Fina a handy reusable plastic something (hamper) to carry them in. And of course, just leave the plastic as well.
I don’t know if it’s just certain people in certain areas, but it’s certainly the case in the no-man’s-land where we walk dogs. Oh, people.
Today got off to a promising start: delivery of a large swimming pool to the neighbors’ recently acquired lot next door: the one that they have completely sodded, uninstalling and re-installing the thick stockade fence.
I’m pretty sure there has been no prep for a swimming pool, and I’m also pretty sure that bringing a sufficiently large backhoe through the front yard would dp serious damage to their septic system.
But here they are, 11 guys man-handling this thing under the low electric line. As soon as they got it completely inside, the boss man slid the gate shut to keep out any rabble (who, moi?)
Later in the day, devoured by mosquitoes, I ventured around the far side―where they have curiously left wire-fencing view ports, to determine exactly what they were doing with the pool, which ended in a curios question.
The back of the yard…
…the middle of the yard…
…the front of the yard: what pool?
The now-cleared lot, and my three camera angles. Where has the pool gone?