There’s a family-owned dairy factory in our village. They still use old-fashioned milk cans made of metal. I’ve never seen them being filled or delivered anywhere, but everyday walking by, …
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I’ve walked through snowfields like this, leaving footsteps behind, feeling free. This photograph reminds me of a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” It’s a beautiful thought …
There are days when the world feels dense and it’s hard to see the sky. So I look for the little things in life that help lighten the load: memories, pictures, a friend’s words, or an upbeat news article. …
Leftover relics from our lunch at a small seaside restaurant… She ate them slowly, relishing the delicate flavor. And while eating, began playing – arranging, re-arranging, organizing. …
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 the same look. I hope my mouth wasn’t as obviously open, …
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 next to her PC early in the morning brings on a huge smile…..
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 said at the time. Whenever I visit, we walk around the garden, checking out his latest projects …
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 centers, the old slowly passing away. But the small town spirit…
We both have many broken parts. Some days, she holds my pieces together.
On others, I return the favor. For me, this is what growing old with someone is about – a person with whom one…
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 be painted. Then she explained and showed me: Zurich airport parking lot, 6th floor, parking space #6. It’s where she had parked when picking me up from the airport last week….
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 and getting ready for harvest. I imagine …
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, as Susanne and I casually talk….
The bee: What a nice day. Sun and sweet smelling goodies everywhere. Yummy! Oh look, something green, interesting smelling and kind of cool. Let’s go see. …
