Pictures Up and Ready
After several weeks of worry and unproductive Spanish conversations with photo shop workers, we have discovered the root of our camera problem: the USB thingy that we put the memory card in to transfer the pictures onto the computer. It’s not the camera (though it’s like 5 years old and has only 2 mega pixles) and it’s not the memory chip. Which means you can now enjoy all the pictures we’ve been enjoying on our camera’s tiny little screen. Click on the picture for an obscene number of new pics. Enjoy.
Tags: camera, Ecuador, Peru, Photography, Photos, Preparations, Ruins, South America, Travel, Travel
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Oh, they are amazing! I’m so glad you figured out it wasn’t the camera after all. I only wish you were here to describe where each shot was taken and all the stories associated with each. The photo of the sundranched buttes took my breath away, among others.
Keep ’em comin.
Love,
Dad
Wow! Amazing!
love,
mom
Hi honeys —
I just got caught up on several past entries. Oh. My. Gawd! I am pure jealous, now. Those ruins are so awesome, and you are two smart cookies to hire a guide when you get to archeological sites. Peter and I learned that in Egypt and followed it in Mexico, the only (but unforgettable) ruins we’ve experienced. Unless you want to include the housing projects in Chicopee where there is no public transportation, no jobs, no hope — in an America that buries its poor in neglect. (Shut up, Pat.)
I wanted to give you an update on Loki. Clearly she is the boss and owner of whoever happens to be typing. What a fuzzball she is! She rewards me with little licks (only two or three, for any readers who might equate cat licks with scorpion stings) when I allow her to take over the typing time. However, I have also learned that she knows the word “NO.” She doesn’t like it, but she understands it. Also, I am happy to report that I have not found her lounging on the table or kitchen cabinet for a month. I’ve either communicated successfully how I feel about that, or she’s gone undercover. She loves a little catnip sprinkled on a throw-rug, and she and Nellie get so drunk rolling in it, they forget that Nellie is an old lady who doesn’t like young upstarts, and they roll side by side. Loki even swatted Nellie with her paw this morning and Nellie, while startled, didn’t hiss.
Loki had been reclining on top of the water heater in the basement for her long mid-day snooze. I took the hint and put a basket with soft rags up there nearby on top of a small cabinet. She is positively regal in it now at all times when not pestering me, talking to the birds at the window with the bird-feeder, or trying to get Nellie to pay some attention to her. She watches me do the wash, usually comes down and gets in the dryer while I fold the warm clothes, and because the basement floor cannot be kept un-dusty with all the constuction that is still going on at the back of it while Dan (next door neighbor) works a few hours each day building Peter a study and tool room, Loki is the dirtiest kitty on — well, McClellan Street, at least. I’ve considered taking her to a cat-bath before you see her. She punishes me with acting like she’s been horribly abused for several days when I do things she doesn’t like, like take her to the vets to get her nails trimmed. I tremble to think what she would do if I washed her.
I have to admitshe’s altogether loveable, and I can see why you are so besotted with her. I think she’s no longer afraid here; she doesn’t even leave her little elevated penthouse when Dan is banging with his hammer in the near vicinity. What she loves most is to be on someone’s lap while they work a computer. I talk to her about how I KNOW that’s what Megan and Sarah allow, but I have on jeans and I sit on a big exercise ball while a type, and so I don’t HAVE a lap, and no, she can’t get under my hands on the keyboard.
Thank you so much for sharing your pictures, your stories, yourselves. You do know, of course, that your whole family is now addicted, and when you return we are going to treat you exactly the way Loki treats me —
Love you —
G’ma
Oh my! I don’t know which touched my spirit the most. Breath taking photos or the story of Loki. Right now I have to say its a toss up.
I love the way you are communicating with us.
love you,
mom(Tulsa)
Hi! I haven’t looked at piccies yet, but just have to say that sundranched buttes sound . . . fascinating. Whose, and where???nrnrI spent last night hennaing my thick and lustrous locks. I haven’t hennaed since college. My pal Heidi is a big old hennaer, and it makes her black hair look fascinating and mysterious, with deep, ambiguous, glinting sparks of red. Well, one result of being by now quite gray, is that I ended up looking like a very unambiguous RED HEAD. For those of you gentle readers who experienced the 70s in Amherst, you may recall the shade of mother’s bouf and know how I now look. Sigh. The road to beauty is bumpy, indeed.nrnrBut blabbity blab, off to look at TRUE BEAUTY in the form of the two of you awash in nature!
Oh, oh, oh, oh…
our little hearts are pitter pattering upon reading your account of Loki. She is such a little muffin, and such a lucky cat to have you looking after her.
Thank you thank you thank you,
Las Dos
Bethany,
at least you don`t have a Spanish mullet.
Enough said.
-Spond