Art

She ain't pretty, she just looks that way — Northern Pikes

I've sort of taken on a painting commission by suggesting I could paint a picture, as a birthday present, for a friend's father in law.

I've got a lot of art supplies. I mentioned this to my daughter and she said "why not paint the birds on our bird feeder?".

Part of the experience of going to Alesse is interacting with an old dog named Singha.

You can't spit in Bern without hitting a fountain (Brunnen). This fountain is on the main street (Marktgasse) just west of the Zytglogge, and hence it is a major tourist photo op.

The absolutely, positively, last portrait in the series of my recent ex-colleagues is Jérémy.