The Wind Out There
I wonder if it’s becoming redundant for me to mention the wind, once again. Are you sick of hearing about it, dear reader? But one can not think about – let alone write about –
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I wonder if it’s becoming redundant for me to mention the wind, once again. Are you sick of hearing about it, dear reader? But one can not think about – let alone write about –
“There is no ceiling for the wind, no home for the wind. Wind is the compass of the stranger’s North.” - Mahmoud Darwish “Is it ever not windy here?” a foreign visitor asked me today.
I’d certainly put the Future Patagonia National Park project under pressure. Having followed the project since day 1, and seeing it spoken about/written about so many times to make me dizzy over the past few
“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens,
Don’t come to Patagonia without being prepared for the good and the bad. Here are some tips to keep your mind from going nuts in the storms that can (and trust me, they just did)
Thursday, November 12th, 2009 Now, about the whales… These are Southern Right Whales. They come to the Golfo San Jose and the Golfo Nuevo, the two inland gulfs of the Peninsula Valdes which juts
Thursday, April 21st, 2011 I’m married to what North Americans may call a ‘hoarder’. He calls himself a colecionista. More accurate would be a Nature Nerd. I am theanti-colectionista. The truth, as I see it, is