Dead things on the beach
“Sit!”
Well, OK, that worked.
Dune flowers
Black Friday and lemons
A new thing this year — Tienda inglesa does its damndest to induce consumer madness. Sounds like they did a pretty good job of it. No Walmart Black Friday fist fights and hair-pulling, but it takes a while for such fine traditions to develop.
I waited until Saturday afternoon to venture in, and happily the refrigerator model I might have been interested in buying, had sold out.
And oh yeah, lemons off our tree.
South America 1826
But then…
Dreary day for the beach, little nothing waves, but then turn to face the wind and realize you’re staring towards Antarctica.
Ombú, Buenos Aires
I found this on an old camera. Taken in 2010 maybe?
A satisfied dog
Somewhere there’s a dog enjoying the flooded field.
Bones?
The butchers agreed to save me bones for my dog. When I went to get them, they had a little huddle. I suspect they forgot and let someone else have the bones. What they cut up for me looked … well, that’s 3 KG of meat in the bowl, cut off of 5 kg of bones. For UYU 75, or USD 2.00.
Refreshing dreariness
One of those days where a clear sky signals progress, then the gray drear rolls in and all seems shit. Until you, somewhat grudgingly, take the dog to the beach, where you turn your face to the wind and take a deep breath and realize what you have just pulled into your lungs came from Antarctica, or somewhere in the South Atlantic, empty empty, and so much better for that.