Tree Creature in my Palermo Park, Buenos Aires, on a lazy Sunday.
Side street in Historic Colonia, Uruguay.
Gaucho Museum in San Antonio de Areco.
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My sister, Grace, in front of El Balcon Colonial, San Antonio de Areco
Interior of the little Recoleta church (Nuestra Senora de Pilar) where I take refuge when my Zen temple is closed—and when there are few tourists there.
Lobby of Museo Evita with airbrushed photos of Juan and Evita, on Lafinur Street.
La Boca, the barrio at the mouth (or “la boca”) of the Rio de la Plata, where Italian immigrants long ago poured primary colored paints over all the old buildings.
La Boca—some petrified immigrants perhaps?
La Boca – nouveau arrive.
Hand-washed laundry on a terrace in the Recoleta.
Lodging in Torres del Paine Parque Nacional in Chile.
Perrito Moreno, glaciar in Patagonia, Argentina.
A pit stop through the pampas of Patagonia
A lenticular cloud in Patagonia. Less than 60 seconds after this cloud was shot, it had completely vanished, blown to nothingness by the wind, which you can see in the image here.
I call them my “Buddha Buddies” – that’s Ricardo Dokyu Gabriel, standing on the right and me, kneeling, far right. This was our first sesshin in San Vicente Casares. This is our makeshift zendo in a Jesuit mission. The infamous “black” splats (see Chapter called Giros in Tango, an Argentine Love Story) are on a wall off to the right–out of sight here.
This is my “Bridge of Sighs” in my Palermo Park.
Below is Carmen, my yogini friend, the interior of Cafe Tortoni, and Flor de Juventud, my “ravished un-bride” sculpted by Zonza Briona 1921.
