... with my grandaunt (born 1921) on her knee.

Born before the first stamp, before Wellington was founded, before the first patent for a sewing machine.

First day at the cabin. The lake is completely frozen. Went skiing with the kids, took a few pictures, went back to sit in front of the fireplace and drink hot chocolate. Spring will be nice, but only after a few wintry winter vacation days.

First day at the cabin. The lake is completely frozen. Went skiing with the kids, took a few pictures, went back to sit in front of the fireplace and drink hot chocolate. Spring will be nice, but only after a few wintry winter vacation days.

From smarholmen outside Gothenburg — at around midnight

The yellow moon rolling over Mont Blanc with lac leman in the foreground. Wish i had a better camera.

At the mountain hotel in Grächen, Switzerland.

Does anyone here know how to solve Rubik’s cube? If so, when and why did you learn it?

I’ve been trying all my life, on and off, not enough to succeed in anything more than one layer, but more than enough to feel i should have mastered it by now.

My 11yo son, on the other hand, taught himself through a book and some YouTube clips and he is now disappointed whenever he solves it in less than 30 seconds.

He’s the only one i know who can solve it (apart from his best friend, that is), and every time he does, i feel like I’m watching magic. Chaos chaos chaos chaos … oh it’s finished!

Should i be proud of him or worried by own cognitive abilities?

As I was working in the ecogarden at school, this bee decided it wanted to hang out with us and look pretty. I managed to snap two photos before it was gone again.

Son dragged me to this brook to show me the great clay he has found there. (The original image has a much higher resolution.)

Just a black dog against a white wall begging for a treat.

I don't think this is a great photo, but something about it is soothing, somehow, or just nice, in some way, and I'll share, just to share, if anyone finds anything here, good, if not, also good. He got the treat, that's the main thing.

A humble self-brag: I memorized the first page of Finnegans Wake, including the first thunderword (around 1:20), and read it to myself and the birds in a Swiss forest. Sorry about the Norwegian accent, but I suppose with a work like Finnegan Wake an accent is your least concern.

Lac Blanc near Chamonix. The first day of our tour around Mont Blanc. My wife insisted to go up there; some hours later, she regretted bitterly as she hobbled down in the dark, no lamp, knees hurting, dead tired. Some days later, though, we finished the 170km loop and it had all blurred into being a funny story.

The famous jet d’Eau in Geneva doing its best to impersonate a boat mast.

The best part of a walk in the French mountainside, the only good part as far as he was concerned: a green spot flat enough to kick his football as high as he could.

Son found a green spot during a walk in a mountain in France.