To defeat the mosquitoes you have to look to the world as they do.
Despite the blur it's visible how rich this breakfast was - only for me!
The whole house was rich on everything.
Laureen and Daphne on their morning workout.
Just imagine what would happen to our landscape, no the whole society, if there would be masses of hikers!
The forest without any depth.
From time to time it's healthy for the eyes to see some hard edges.
After an unfertile attempt as a painter he decided to start a career as fibre cement facade designer.
What a theatre.
The later the more I have to confess, that I have no idea of all the things what are going on in the catholic church.
Probably he liked the form but not the smell of a silo.
Roofs and clouds.
There was certainly a reason for that picture - but I can't remember.
Fully equipped mini farm.
This It Is.
Built to work, and this is what it does.
No, not the foreground, the painting!
roofsandclouds.
The gap between conception and reality.
French has the marvellous ability to blow up your confidence, even when you are from the last hicktown in this universe.
There was still a little bit of usability remaining in that bike.
From unknown reasons have banks and insurance companies the interest to convince us, that exactly this is our dream of life. And they did this communication job very well.
My current dream was closed.
Film set?
Just a little discourse about the deficiency of technique: I saw a huge ball of birds on the sky. In the time it took me to have the idea to make a picture, to take out the camera, switch it on, the ball flow twice over my head and split up in several groups.
As I was ready, there have been just a couple of birds left on the air.
Maybe Moudon.
Osmosis massage studio - isn't it disgusting?
Not all of them are the same clever.
More modern point of view as on other barn paintings.
Complete different view as on other barn paintings.
This one was completely unreadable to me - guess, I like it.
A whole village vanished from the map.
A bright and friendly place
turns out to be the hell of the psycho suns.
Guess it's not having a siesta.
Another verse in the epic song of roofs and clouds.
Time was never before so much on my side.
Le château de Landi a Vauderens.
Basket: 4 points / goal: 2 points / handspring: 10 points
Beware of the dog! ...and its owner.
From the village of Rue I followed the signs what are guiding to the castle. The way was very nice, but the castle itself, at the top of the rock, was private, means closed to the public. So I had the wonderful chance, to walk that nice way twice without any interruption in between.
The intensive use of colour is a safe indicator, that the builder of the house realised, that there is something wrong with the house.
On a certain point it didn't make any difference to me, if I sit in a restaurant of the Romandie or from the Bretagne - I was just happy to be here.
As I like it.
On my last guest-night I had the luck to sleep in a real All-Star Swiss Hüsli.
Interior view.
Lullaby operetta.
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