
Brooding landscape (B&W)

An inquisitive old fart with a camera


Lovely summer year-end day in Uruguay.

Past-prime mushroom fading back into a burned stump. The area we walk in suffered a serious fire ten years ago.

My favorite gardening technique is letting things plant themselves…

These little squash plants (what kind, who knows) are growing from my “compost” (noun) for a transplanted palm that didn’t in fact compost (verb).

Meanwhile, my recent re-jiggering of my non-composting compost has resulted in another little accidental garden. (I have no idea what that big-leaf plant in the background is, but it’s obviously happy and it’s not bothering me.)

Closer view of the non-garden “garden.”
The dog Lea has an exceptional gift for stepping on anything we stop to look at on our dog walks. Happily, this time she misses.



A variety of strange clouds on today’s dog walk.

Outside Banco República, Atlántida

How do you say quality control in Latin America?
¿Que?
Following the instructions, we were supposed to get the color on the right.
The garbage collectors used to have to jump off the truck and retrieve each house’s trash individually — lots of running around! So at Christmas time, they made a lot of noise to attract tips. For several years, though, there has been no individual trash pickup. We carry it to a bin on the corner. But, as you can hear, the seasonal noise hasn’t stopped.

At a restaurant today. Happy holidays if you’re not handicapped!