I’ve slowly sorted through the snapshots I took in Costa Rica and did some post work on a few. I mostly shot film while I was there, but haven’t dropped any of it off yet. As it was rainy season, and apparently the worst they have had in many years, I didn’t take the cameras out too often.
Most of these are from San Jose, the most frustrating city that has probably ever existed in the modern world. It is over crowded, crumbling, and mostly made of tin. Have I mentioned that there are little to no street signs ANYWHERE in the entire country, and all the maps are full of lies? It’s like trying to navigate inside the House of Leaves. I am convinced that things move or cease to exist when you aren’t looking directly at them. Highway exists aren’t marked, and the few signs that do exist are flat and mounted against the walls of random corners, completely camouflaged, painted over, or ripped off entirely.
Sloths, on the other hand, are made of hugs and holding hands.
, should you care to look.
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