That Woodsy Glow

-
"The Sun's Not Yellow, It's Chicken!" -Bob Dylan

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Archives (Buenos Aires)

-
Image
(From 6/30/15) 3:00 PM Sitting in Recoleta park. Beautiful unbelievably beautiful. Sunny day here in Buenos Aires. Because my flight was delayed Linsey couldn’t meet me at the apartment so I’ve been with my stuff all day which is good because now taking the load off feels so great! I visited a theatre turned bookstore and a museum, which was free and kinda blah, and now I’m looking up at the massive metal structure of a flower. People are strewn horizontally about on the cut grass, as if reenacting the fallen soldiers on a battlefield. Around 5:45 now…I’m stalling in this café, around 15 minutes away from Linsey’s house and we’re meeting around 6:30. I don’t want to order something else because I haven’t really eaten anything substantial today and I don’t want to fill up on this stuff. And trying to rest my weary dogs I mean damn! Just like Paris. Except I think I’m a little more tired, probably puts me on the same consciousness level I suppose. The owner lad...
Read more

Coming Right Up

-
Image
Coming right up is a trip to Argentina! I too thought one country in South America would be enough, but really that is kind of a silly thought. Because Brasil is kind of the country in South America that is the odd one out anyways. Portuguese speaking and so much bigger than the rest, it would only make sense to go to Buenos Aires as well. Also because Devon said it would be diggity to go visit! Well, exciting to be sure and the word is that the city is quite charming. Back in Sao Paulo for a few days, rain is threatening to crack the simmering humidity but has so far withheld its splashing water so the air hugs us tight. If one wishes to take photos of buildings, Sao Paolo is truly a great destination. There are buildings far and few and in the middle, in the background and in the foreground and to every side. Some are old, some are new, some brightly painted and some streets lined entirely with the dullest gray imaginable. Some are under construction, wrapped loosely in torn baggy...
Read more