November 15, 2009

Argentina, captured

At long last . . . 170 moments have been scanned and dusted and posted and captioned, and now they're all yours: Argentina on Flickr.

Since I didn't write much on here about the trip, I tried to turn the photo sets into a mini narrative. If you'd like to read it, I recommend viewing the pics one by one, instead of in slideshow mode. (NB: Details are much easier to see in the slideshow.)


For those who prefer bite-size distraction, here are 10 of my favorites. But keep in mind you're only experiencing a seventeenth of the fun.

Passersby looked on in mild horror as I crouched to shoot this in Palermo, BA.

This shot in Congreso sums up BA's aesthetic for me:
gritty and colorful, with touches of elegance.


BA has exceptional graffiti. This curtsying girl is in San Telmo.

The spicy window display at El Gato Negro café, BA

Courtyard bench at my charming, musty hotel in Colón

Mi amigo poquito de Colón

Parroquia Santos Justo y Pastor, Colón

Mailbox on a side street, Colón

Bricklayer, construction site, Colón

I fell in love with these shoes in Colón on a Tuesday, brought them
back to BA on a Thursday for a photo shoot on Amy's terrace.


Rosewood, Cementerio de la Recoleta, BA

November 01, 2009

Claro que sí

I hoped to have all my pictures posted before I started telling you Argentina stories, but it turns out scanning and Photoshopping 10 rolls takes kind of a long time. How about that?

So we'll go bit by bit, starting with New England (full set here). It's a little-known fact that all great tales of South America begin with hot cider—all great tales of anything, really. Here's yours:



You should bring it along to keep warm at the Paradise City Arts Festival, especially in the sculpture garden.



Watch out for the dog on a hog. He takes no prisoners.


The leaves were just starting to do their magic thing. In Vermont, for instance:


Wait, what's that you said? You want to see my ride?


Yeah, baby. There ain't no party like a Delaware PT Cruiser party. That trunk is plenty big enough to hold a few of these:


But I didn't think they'd survive the trip from Boston to Argentina.


After a big pile of hours and a minor adventure with the prepaid cab company
, I reached Amy's place (sans pumpkins) in Buenos Aires. Her new kitchen is stocked with all the necessities.


She lives in Villa Crespo, near the city center. This is the view from her very pretty, very sunny terrace.


Someday, I'd like to have a terrace. Or even a window box. But in the meantime, all I have is about a million more photos for you. Coming soon!