
As with the previous cold dwelling, it may look warm but anything but—temperature never got out of the 40s°F (<10°C), and a biting wind. But sun!
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
As with the previous cold dwelling, it may look warm but anything but—temperature never got out of the 40s°F (<10°C), and a biting wind. But sun!
Sometimes as early as the beginning of June; sometimes as late as mid-July, but here it is, and heavy. Polar front predicted to give us several days of cold weather…oh sorry, “extreme” — from -2 to 3°C, or mid 20s to mid 30s°F. Pretty funny for someone who grew up in Connecticut. Or, God forbid, Canada! 😱
However, what we lack in extreme cold outside we make up for with our home’s insulation, consisting of single brick and stucco. In other words, nothing.
But Uruguay! This apparently goes back a bit (source):
They have fine houses and well-padded pocket-books. Many of them trace their descent from families that came to Uruguay hundreds of years ago. Their possessions are in great estates, rented houses, and in cattle and sheep. They have their palaces in Montevideo, whose floors are marble, and whose ceilings are frescoed and upheld by marble columns from Italy. They have vast one-story buildings on their estates, where in summer time they entertain like lords, supplying every guest with a horse. In the winter, their surroundings are equally pretentious, but very uncomfortable, for the houses of Montevideo are as frigid as the white marble in which they are finished. The people believe artificial heat unhealthy, and in this city, which is as large as Washington, and quite as cold, there is not a furnace or a steam-heating plant. During cold snaps, a hostess often receives dressed in furs, with her hands in a muff and her feet on a hot-water bottle, and gentlemen and ladies come to state dinners in over-coats and fur capes.
A trace of fog. And just a few blocks later….
Normally I avoid power cables in photos, but in this case they add a sort of grittiness that appeals to me..
A strong windstorm a few nights ago shook down avocados I didn’t even know were growing. None is edible at this size. Fully grown, they easily represent 15-20 kilograms of paltas we won’t be having this year.
…for a couple of reasons.
Actually yesterday—incredibly dreary all day. Contrast with today: brisk and blindingly bright.
30°C / 86°F @ 6:00 PM
BTW, my favorite little temperature trick (I didn’t invent it):
10°C = 50°F. For every 5°C change from 10°, add or subtract 9°F:
0°C = 32°F
5°C = 41°F
10°C = 50°F
15°C = 59°F
20°C = 68°F
25°C = 77°F
30°C = 86°F
35°C = 95°F
No, it’s not entirely simple, but it helps 😉
Can’t grade the tosca (“dirt” ) roads until they dry out. Meanwhile, a challenge to drive. Or walk. Unless you’re a dog.
Not a common occurrence in coastal Uruguay! This was a few days ago. I abruptly stopped shooting in order to turn the glass table on its side, because….
Thermometer’s in our back yard, with lemon and orange trees, where it never freezes, but was 2°C this morning…pretty close, and same as two days in June. First frost in a month. Strange thing is the sky is not perfectly clear, as it always seems to be on mornings with frost. Some light, wispy clouds.