Monday, January 14, 2008

Some pictures

These pictures go along with the previous post.
Boy and guanaco at the festival.

Guacho (Argentinean cowboy) and his sheepdog at the festival.

Kids outside my widow
The kids here LOVE soccer. This is the only non-blurry shot I got of the game. They are really fast. This was the littlest boy in the group but he was goalie most of the time.

Only English sign in the Trelew airport. This airport was about the size of my Provo apartment.

Trying to light the oven on our first night.

Snail at low tide.

Storm in the bay.


Sarah said...

OH MY GOSH!!! I'm so glad you made it okay. I'm so jealous of you right now--this is going to be so fun to read your blog posts!! Your pictures are gorgeous, babe, and so are you! Love the haircut. I got my hair cut short once and my Dad and brother called me Butch. Ignore the men.

Deb said...

Katie! It is so fun to hear about your adventures! Your pictures are fantastic, they definitely help me get a good feel for what you've been up to. Enjoy the beach and the llamas! expect a letter soon.
love ya,

Scott and April Earl said...

Your folks and Joe were here last night. We had some fun.

Have you seen a Patagonian Pigeon yet? They are supposed to be homing pigeons but lack the intelligence to find their way.


Anonymous said...

We just arrived to Patti and Pauls with Joe. About the first thing out of Hunter's mouth was. "Have you read Katie's blog yet?" Cute, I'm still learning what a blog is. It is so good to see the pictures and be able to see you there. Joe is wondering if you can write to him from there ( as he won't be checking your blog. We love you, Mom and Dad

Anonymous said...

The Naturalist in La Plata
by W. H. Hudson

Scott says to imitate this Patagonian Frog when you feel threatened!

The frog is a most timid, inoffensive creature, saving itself, when
pursued, by a series of saltatory feats unparalleled amongst
vertebrates. Consequently, when I find a frog, I have no hesitation in
placing my hands upon it, and the cold sensation it gives one is the
worse result I fear. It came to pass, however, that I once encountered a
frog that was not like other frogs, for it possessed an instinct and
weapons of offence which greatly astonished me. I was out snipe shooting
one day when, peering into an old disused burrow, two or three feet
deep, I perceived a burly-looking frog sitting it. It was larger and
stouter-looking than our common Rana, though like it in colour, and I at
once dropped on to my knees and set about its capture. Though it watched
me attentively, the frog remained perfectly motionless, and this greatly
surprised me. Before I was sufficiently near to make a grab, it sprang
straight at my hand, and, catching two of my fingers round with its fore
legs, administered a hug so sudden and violent as to cause an acute
sensation of pain; then, at the very instant I experienced this feeling,
which made me start back quickly, it released its hold and bounded out
and away. I flew after it, and barely managed to overtake it before it
could gain the water. Holding it firmly pressed behind the shoulders, it
was powerless to attack me, and I then noticed the enormous development
of the muscles of the fore legs, usually small in frogs, bulging out in
this individual, like a second pair of thighs, and giving-it a strangely
bold and formidable appearance. On holding my gun within its reach, it
clasped the barrel with such energy as to bruise the skin of its breast
and legs. After allowing it to partially exhaust itself in these
fruitless huggings, I experimented by letting it seize my hand again,
and I noticed that invariably after each squeeze it made a quick,
violent attempt to free itself. Believing that I had discovered a frog
differing in structure from all known species, and possessing a strange
unique instinct of self-preservation, I carried my captive home,
intending to show it to Dr. Burmeister, the director of the National
Museum at Buenos Ayres-Unfortunately, after I had kept it some days, it
effected its escape by pushing up the glass cover of its box, and I have
never since met with another individual like it. That this singular
frog has it in its power to seriously injure an opponent is, of course,
out of the question; but its unexpected attack must be of great
advantage. The effect of the sudden opening of an umbrella in the face
of an angry bull gives, I think, only a faint idea of the astonishment
and confusion it must cause an adversary by its leap, quick as
lightning, and the violent hug it administers; and in the confusion it
finds time to escape. I cannot for a moment believe that an instinct so
admirable, correlated as it is with the structure of the fore legs, can
be merely an individual variation; and I confidently expect that all I
have said about my lost frog will some day be confirmed by others. Rana luctator would be a good name for this species.

Whitney Hardie said...

well, I don't know that my comment could even come close to the one preceding mine, but I just wanted to say that I love your pictures, because I love seeing physical proof that you are alive and well. Oh...and you have a knack with the camera too. Make the most of your photo opportunities as I expect a full visual report when you return. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on TDH for you. Should I sense any "trouble", do you want me to intervene?

Love you.