If you've been following my Twitter stream today, you'll probably know that while I should be almost in Scotland by now, I am, in fact, still on Swiss soil. After the third early start in a row, when we headed for Geneva to catch our flight to Edinburgh for a two week holiday with family, the plague of flight cancellations…
I pledge to take more winter landscape photos this year, after being out this evening to take some long-awaited photos of the Christmas lights in Spiez.
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It's been a hectic week and weekend, hence the delay in posting that I've released my 2010 calendar.
A few snapshots from last night's Choo Choo gig at the Wasserwerk club in Bern.
Bern band Choo Choo celebrate 15 years of their record company this weekend with a gig at the Wasserwerk Club, and they select one of my photos to appear in national Swiss commuter paper 20 Minuten.
Photos from an all-afternoon series of portrait sessions in Zurich during September 2009, finally online as a complete set.
It was odd being here, disembarking with no passport check after two flights to collect baggage he had last seen on the French border. It looked as if there were people waiting next to the carousel; perhaps she’d be one of them. Was that her? The beautiful one over there? This is a 50-word short story. Read more by other…
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I woke a sleeping drunk last night, when the train to Interlaken terminated in Spiez due to the onward line being blocked. He looked at me blurrily and asked whether he needed to catch the onward replacement bus service to get to Grenoble. (Which is in France.) In other words, he’d staggered onto the wrong train from Bern, fallen asleep…
I love gaudiness in the U.K. at Christmas and revel in the blinking, multi-coloured tastefulness of it all. Just so long as it's someone else's home, not my own.