Monday, April 22, 2013


Sublime Magazine features my article on Michel Juvet of Geneva, whose compassion led him to action.



For solidarity.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

this . old . town


[ downtown at the bear ]

Monday, April 15, 2013

this . old . town


 [ la collégiale ]


Saturday, April 13, 2013

this . old . town


[ Fischer - UPU - PTT - Swiss Post]

Thursday, April 11, 2013



this . old . town




[ old man and woman ]




Wednesday, April 10, 2013

this . old . town

Handmade, imported and recycled art is sold at this studio downtown, owned and operated locally. You can stop in to shop, and there's a corner table for coffee or tea if you're looking to stay awhile. Come to think of it ... I think there's more to say about this place!


[ la Maison du Bonheur ]


[ outdoor studio ]

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

this . old . town



[ welcome to kindergarten ]

Monday, April 8, 2013

With the coming of spring, I will be posting a series called this . old . town to celebrate the kaleidoscope of beauty in Moutier, Switzerland. Faces, buildings, details, moments: enjoy.




[ from the sky ]

Friday, April 5, 2013

I wasn't there when he took this picture of my little girl. I was far away, about my business.

She was in good hands; I had nothing to worry about and neither did she. But as I perused their pictures months later, I came across this and it stopped me short.

Little girl sits dreaming under great blue sky - and I missed it.


At this very moment, the same child sits chatting with the family in the next room - and I'm missing that.

Off I go. Good night, world.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

By the door a black and white towel hangs on a hook. I wipe my hands on it in between stirs as I hover over pots and pans in my sister-in-law's tastefully minimalistic kitchen. She washes  lettuce at my side.


Children banter upstairs while uncles philosophize in the spacious, open-walled living room that looks out on an equally pastoral vista.

The church clock strikes the hour. Off in the distance, down further into the valley, is our house. Little bits of heaven do really exist on earth...

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Don't be fooled - there are no blossoms in my yard as yet.

The Russian pruned the apple tree and asked me to haul branches to the curb, which I did using the new bona fide gardening gloves I bought after I confessed to my lack of agricultural medium. Armed with a pair of tight-fitting hand shoes, I approach the back yard with the ignorance of a private in training - watching furtively for the commander to bark out his orders.

Sorry, he never barks - he suggests.



After dutifully hauling for one hour (which came with the added benefit of watching Baberham wield his lopper with massive muscleage) I picked up some twigs and brought them inside, arranging them in a vase by the window. 

There may not be leaves on our trees yet, but there are blossoms in our house.