After last night’s hard frost it was literally raining leaves in the park.
Dressed-up teams of Belgians pulled wagons in a judged show at the Iowa State Fair.
We made a quick stop at Tippecanoe Battlefield near Lafayette, Indiana, and encountered a mysterious stile.
On our return from Argentina, we had a long layover in Santiago, Chile. Lorena suggested we visit the city.
We stayed with Lore’s parents up in the Sierras de Córdoba, rugged green hills filled with horses. The weather there was pleasant and dry with some cool nights. Fortunately, Lore was staying with her parents in Villa Giardino up in the Sierras de Córdoba, rugged green hills filled with horses. The weather there was pleasant for a walk to artists’ colony or to the dam, for a dip in the pool, a horseback ride, or a cook-out.
The Shedd Aquarium had a nice exhibit on jellyfish with different tanks displaying different species, all colorful and mesmerizing.
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You might say that the county fair is a place to see, smell, and step in different kinds of shit.
Christmas in Argentina is celebrated on Dec. 24 doesn’t really get started until late at night.
A parade of island school children marched along the main square, carrying flags for Ohi Day.
We got to the second level of the Eiffel Tower for sunset and to the top as the city lights blinked on in the dusk.
Cheering spectators catch candy and beads thrown to them as a float passes by.
The Iowa River roars over the dam at the university’s hydroelectric plant.
I don’t know the proper name of this sculpture at the University of Iowa Museum of Art, so I’ll call it the sun clock. Its two arms rotate against the clear blue sky.
The Bellagio in Las Vegas lights up its dancing fountains at night.
My brother’s backyard grill smoking quietly on on his deck during a sunny Colorado day.
Winter rain falls on a wood duck house in a Kentucky pond.
Heads bob as the visitors follow the ranger down the hill to the entrance of Mammoth Cave.
Times Square in Manhattan, busy as always.
The director at the Fire Island Lighthouse was a former park ranger. He brought Ava and me up into the lantern to see the automated light.