This is Rosendo Robles in Loreto, Baja Sur, Mexico. We lived there in a past life. I built that board fence about half way down the street on the left. The power pole there is the far end of that fence. The street ends at the Sea of Cortez. This is pretty much how it looked when we were last there in 1990.
To my right a couple of hundred feet on the cross street I'm standing on ends at the plaza in the center of town. The Google view truck did not go there.
Photo scanned from a 20 plus year old Kodachrome print taken with a cheap Nipponese camera.
I took a little tour around town via Google Earth and it looks pretty much like it did when we lived there. Lots of partly done construction and chaos. Muddy too so it must have just rained. My next door neighbor in the foreground on the left still looks pretty much the same except that the greenery has gotten bigger.
I'm sure there are those that think the title of this post is just another rant from another old fool but I assure you that I am aware of how temporary everything is even the dirt we stand on. Until about the middle of the last century changes started happening at a faster pace in the human world. Prior to that change was rather slow so went largely unnoticed. I started noticing the increase in the speed of change in the 1970's. I countered it by moving further and fruther from the center of human activities. It came to a head for me in the '90's when I visited the place I grew up in Arkansas. SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) had to drive me out into the woods and throw buckets of cold water on me until I calmed down. Heavy medication with beer and gin for a few days and I realized I was going to have to adapt. I have to a point but not without medication.
The only thing good about this recession we are in is that change has slowed somewhat but that is a mixed blessing. Perhaps by not changing material things we will change the way we think and what we believe for a while.
Nah, what am I thinking?