A white whisper of snow dusted the sandstone buttes of the Lukachukai mountains that are sacred to our people the Dineh´. Franz and I had come out to the Navajo Reservation for a whirlwind tour to visit family out on…
A white whisper of snow dusted the sandstone buttes of the Lukachukai mountains that are sacred to our people the Dineh´. Franz and I had come out to the Navajo Reservation for a whirlwind tour to visit family out on…
A rainy Sunday with gusts of Foehn winds that blew down from the Alps and brought lower temperatures into the Rhine Valley hmmm… what to do on such a blustery day? We had already seen the latest offerings in the…
The December morning sun peeked out behind the rain clouds with a promise of sunshine making for a perfect day to head out to the historic town of Arbon, Switzerland. The Medieval town is nestled on the shores of…
The rushing waters of the Starzlach were tinged coffee brown from the sediment rushing down the canyon as it crashed and cascaded down the rocky falls and echoed off the canyon walls making for a roaring symphony. The power…
The sleek black cormorant dove into the crystal clear waters of Lake Constance gliding through the pilings that had stood for three millennia and had once supported six villages dating back to the Stone Age. As I pondered these…
Juppenwerkstatt in Riefensberg “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…” this iconic opening theme from the the beloved children’s show Mr Roger’s Neighborhood aptly describes my birthday spent in our Bregenz “backyard.” It was a weekend filled with art, music, delicous food,…
Day One: Bregenz, Austria to Langenargen, Germany Day Two: Langenargen to Ludwigshafen, Germany Day Three: Ludwigshafen to Konstanz, Germany, then to Romanshorn, Switzerland Back to home
The regal bloom arched outwards revealing delicate petals with slightly ruffled edges. Its outer florets were like white droplets laced in a lilac pattern with just a hint of yellow in its inner sanctum. This exquisite beauty was just one…
Hay, hay, hay, everywhere. In my hair, in the air, but hey who cares? For we were at the the Alberschwende Heuen Fair. What is that you might ask? I too had been curious as to what this event was…
The footpath had collapsed. What was left of the hiking trail was hanging off the steep face before plunging into the crevasse. Very carefully we navigated the challenging rockslide. The sun penetrated the vertical walls highlighting the moss covered faces…