
Father and Son. Nevada, May 2005.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Father and Son. Nevada, May 2005.

Muelle – Pátzcuaro, Michoacán, México. March 2007, two months after we moved there from Spokane, Washington.

Seriously?
I bought a refurbished Mac Mini 2014 without realizing it is utterly dysfunctional with the latest Mac OS – 4 MB of RAM, not upgradeable, slow hard drive. I’m moving back to Linux, so need to burn a USB stick to install. My wife has several in a drawer so I just grabbed all of them.
128 megabytes – seriously? This must be 20 years old.

Start of the dog walk yesterday.

But of course! 50 meters from the road, leave two red cabinet doors leaning against a tree. Kids? But why?

AHA! After inexplicably losing the gas cap for our lawnmower in the space of 15 meters from the garage to the lawn (the driveway was torn up, but we scoured everything), I was dismayed to find that an essential part of the weedeater had also gone missing. Again, I looked everywhere.
Though I couldn’t imagine any reason it might have ended up apart from the machine in the shed of our little country property, today I felt compelled to check there, even being quite wet after a dog walk in the rain. I almost didn’t find it, for some reason several feet beyond my little work table in the unlit shed, lying on the dirt floor.
But … AHA!

Strange hole. Maybe the width of a pencil. A ring of scattered sand from below, but no tracks, no signs of any activity.
Another little mystery from a dog walk in Villa Argentina norte.

When you realize your toaster oven is glowering at you. And has been. For a very long time.


Curvy clouds on today’s dog walk, Ville Argentina, Uruguay

When your kitchen towel looks like a Kabuki performer.