This post is about laziness....I have been too lazy to even pick up the camera since Patagonia. So.... one last series. Go see Patagonia if you love landscapes. No place on earth as beautiful and deserted. But this will not last. Most of our traveling was over dirt and gravel roads that will soon be paved. The Burger Kings and Wal-Marts will follow.
My retirement over the past 3 years has allowed me to pursue a hobby that I've had interest in most of my adult life. This web log basically represents a means of sharing my photographic images with my family and friends.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 13, 2013
Gatoring
L and R watch in stunned silence as a picturesque scene with mountains and wild horses turns into a wild dance party. The horses began doing the "gator". This was exactly like we did it back in my college days in the frat house. With Maurice Williams singing "Stay" or Duke Tomato doing "I want to tie you up", reasonably intelligent students would lay down in the beer soaked basement floor of the "house" and wiggle around with white boy rhythm. This was ostensibly to impress girls. The horses possibly have the same goal. Also seen in the last two shots is a Gaucho, stunned to see the piggies forming a Conga Line.
Jun 9, 2013
Fire and Ice
The Patagonian landscapes remind me of fire and ice.....blues of the rivers, sky and glaciers; reds and oranges of the steppe and sun. Some more interpretive landscapes. Also, I forgot to include the photo of the Blacksburg Why-not-go's from the last post. Here they are having lunch at the convention.
Why Not Go
There are millions of dogs in this region, but millions of Guanacos also. Guanacos (pronounced somewhat like: why-not-go) are strange "cameloid" animals that most of us have never heard of or seen. They are smaller than a horse and said to be about as tasty. This explains their vast numbers. Many times I had to ask them to move out of the picture. Adding to their numbers was a convention from Blacksburg.
Jun 7, 2013
The Poop on Patagonia
Chili and Argentina are full of stray dogs. There are millions of them just roaming the streets and countryside without apparent owners. Americans seem to freek out when they see a stray but the people of Patagonia just seemed to accept them as a natural part of living. That is in part because they don't seem to poop. I am not kidding, all of those dogs and no mess on the sidewalks. And who feeds them? I'm getting one of these new nothing in, nothing out breeds.
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