Yep, it’s a gazing fish with an open mouth. And it reminds me of those teenage years long ago when I used to gawk at girls with ...

Susanne loves caramel donuts. It’s one of those things she eats rarely, but when the opportunity is there, she gets excited. Finding a donut ....

Tree trunk: “What do you see?”

Tree trunk: “Not very imaginative this morning, are we?”

Me: “An old piece of wood.” ...

Dad is over ninety now, but still active and alert. A few years back, he planted a small orange tree in his backyard. At least that’s what he ...

Sometimes I daydream of our growing old together. We like our own space and freedom, so maybe we’d live side-by-side, and when we like, knock on each...

A creative architect created an unusual decoration for the façade of a rather tall building in Barcelona: protruding round balls from the end..

A special village I know well in Catalonia is gradually getting smaller as the years pass. The younger generation migrating towards urban ...

We both have many broken parts. Some days, she holds my pieces together. On others, I return the favor. For me, this is what ...

When I first saw this picture, I had no clue where Susanne took it. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why and where these numbers could ....

There’s a farmer close to our village with a few planted fields of corn. I’ve watched them grow since the day they were planted. Today, they’re slowly drying ...

There is a tall palm tree that we pass by on our morning walks. It’s not far from my parent’s house. My mother usually listens to the news, ....

The bee: What a nice day. Sun and sweet smelling goodies everywhere. Yummy! Oh look, something green, interesting smelling and kind of cool. ...

Past: The fresh green color of the field takes me back to when I was a child and my father used to buy fresh pistachios. Sitting around a garden table ...

Last night I had a dream but only remember fragments. My mother was speaking to my father: “I want to show you something; it’s my hair. Have you seen ...

There’s a water fountain in the village where we live. It’s old, likely built well over 50 years ago. Rectangular, made of thick stone, two zinc spouts ...

Lines of cars waiting to take the highway toll ticket South of Perpignan, France...It’s the first tollbooth ...

We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place ...

There are always signs in life, the ones that show the right path to take. Sometimes they’re as clear as mud while at others, simply hard ...

Nature, tranquility and traces of humanity existing side by side. That’s what we found this morning taking a small detour on our way to the village ...

Today was travel day. We drove from Northern Spain to central Switzerland. It was a blistering hot day, we had a full, heavy car and drove ...