Day Books of Sharon Frost, turning the page.

The empanada not eaten.

Socked in.

Cross the street.

Internet
connection
is unfaithful.

Lights out.

Yerba mate.

Roll over.

Third day in Argentina and  we're still focused on food and cafe life.                                                                                         

Strangely bright.

Free in confinement.

First try at on-the-spot reproduction of my sketches (no scanner/not even a tripod).  Off to a blurry start.  I'm sure it will get better.  Escape to Argentina accomplished -- here is the plane.  I'm typing from a little apartment in Buenos Aires.  I guess things will be a little irregular for a few months...

Split focus.

Wait quick.