Friday, June 28, 2013

Post-Poetics

At the end of April, while our Aussie guests were here, we all flew together down to the far south of Chile.  We were heading into the pampas – the thousands on thousands of rolling kilometers of open southern grasslands, going to Puerto Natales and the Torres del Paine.
We were going tower hunting.


And Ogden Nash can just go jump off the edge of the Ultima Esperanza Sound.

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