Kongo finally arrives at his cute little centuries old boutique hotel in the middle of the Cusco historic district. The usual travel adventures are now safely in the rear view mirror. Late flights due to thunderstorms in Atlanta, late flights from Lima to Cusco caused by too many airplanes needing fuel (huh?) and the usual delays when group (groupo) traveling as you can only move as quickly as the slowest member of the entourage. Nothing serious but don’t question efficiencies about customs clearance or hotel check ins in certain parts of the world (this being one of them). Of course none…
Early this morning the monkey hiked along the San Diego River near his home. Surprisingly, the river was running strong. In fact, it was overrunning its banks and the usual hiking trails were under water. Kongo picked his way along the river from the Old Mission Dam to the bridge.
This week’s photo challenge is a tough one for the monkey. Letters. Hmm. The L-O-V-E sculpture on 6th Avenue in NYC comes to mind but alas, Kongo doesn’t have a picture of that. He does have a picture of a statue of Pavol Hviezdoslav from Bratislava. Pavol was a Czech poet and dramatist and when you look at all the letters in his name and try to sound them out in your head it all starts going south about the time you get to the Z and
Ailsa’s Theme this week is GLOW. Above is the fountain at Balboa Park in San Diego which seems to glow in the late afternoon sun. More Glow pictures below:
Cee’s challenge this week is shadows and Kongo loves taking portraits of people standing in shadows with a nice side light. Above Thom, a cowboy model in New Mexico, poses in the doorway of an old movie set at Eaves Ranch near Santa Fe. Read on for more shadows.
While waiting for his allotted time to visit the Butterfly Jungle at San Diego’s Safari Park Saturday, Kongo spent a bit of time with a very outgoing Black Crowned Night Heron who was very comfortable in the daylight.
San Diego’s Shelter Island has an interesting history. Early nautical charts from the last century designated this area as a mud bank. During World War II there was a lot of dredging in San Diego Bay to accommodate all the navy traffic and this is where they dumped all the spoil. By the 1960s it was being touted as a “man-made wonderland of sub-tropical splendor.”