Devil’s Bridge

According to legend, the first “Devil’s Bridge” was established by the devil himself. The locals of canton Uri, where the bridge stands, were always unsuccessful in their attempts to establish a bridge across the deep gorge. Finally a chief official called out desperately: “Do sell der Tyfel e Brigg bue” (“Let the Devil build a bridge here“) and proposed a pact,…

Devil’s Bridge

Them Again

Almost every day, without fail by fine weather, this woman walks with her child in a pushchair along the lakeside path opposite my office. Every time, the child is wearing her hair in bunches and a pair of oversized dark sunglasses and they pause on these rocks for the mother to take photographs. The mother never takes photographs of anything…

Them Again

Au musée du Louvre

This is one of many photographs I’ve recently re-discovered, whilst scanning a massive number of negatives stretching from the early 1970s to the present day. The earliest are by my father, but the more recent ones are of my own making, between school days in 1989 and the present day. This one, taken on a rainy trip to Paris…

Au musée du Louvre

Far Too Early

It feels as though you’ve only just closed your eyes, when the alarm clock buzzes its way into your consciousness. Through the darkness, the numerals flash at you irritably as if they, too, are annoyed at being called into service so early. The rest of the room is lit dimly and intermittently with the red blinking before you swing yourself…

Far Too Early

The Three Stages

It was a hard start to the day, racing up the hill for the train in the dark, panting and wheezing as you crashed into your seat amongst yawning students, causing a woman opposite to enquire after your health. You assured her that you neglected to pack your health, before settling back into the seat and trying not to dry-heave…

The Three Stages

In Four Days

You’ve been on the road since early this morning. Starting your journey with bleary eyes and an awful coffee, you watch light arrive over the fields and distant peaks as you speed westwards. Your luggage is settled onto the rack across the gangway and a book, your place marked with an ancient visiting card, is on the small table in…

In Four Days