We've been home in California for a few days now and already back in our usual routine. Oddly, the thing that was the hardest to adapt to in Switzerland, the lack of commercialism on Sunday's, is the thing that is giving me the biggest reverse culture shock. The car dealer was open late on Saturday night […]

It's harvest time. Fall is the beginning of an end. And yet the colors are breath-taking. Beautiful, yet final.

For someone who has a mild allergy to bees (bad enough to land me in the hospital but mild enough not to need an EpiPen just yet), I sure love to get up close and personal with them.  Bugs fascinate me. I could watch ants work for hours. And bees. Oh bees!

This time, I was on a mission: shoot the clock at the Musée d'Orsay in ways its never been shot before. I didn't use a camera filter, but I did use a filter in the environment of the museum itself. And it was a complete mind-frack for the passing people. They looked at me as if I was crazy. Then, they […]

That's right. I'm reposting this same 'ole boring photo as I posted a few days ago and using it as July's masthead. Because I'm dedicating the rest of this summer to getting high again. Well, at least one more time.

Mr. Wild Dingo has been complaining a lot lately about the weather. No seriously. He has. Because it looks like this for me every weekday, but the weekends, when he can enjoy the outdoors, it's been very windy and raining. And it's not like either of us is immune to being outdoors in bad weather.  […]

Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That lovely month when ev'ryone goes Blissfully astray.

Yesterday, my pet sitter back in the U.S.  pointed out that the flowers in the last post were not peonies, but crocus. Like I said, I'm not a gardener, but she's lucky I didn't call them Rhododendrons. For years now, my brother TravelMarx, who has a botany passion, has tried to educate me on plants and flowers. But to no […]

When we first moved to Switzerland, I listened to this song from The Postal Service a lot around the house and on the bike trainer. I felt like it was a great description of our lives here. Mr. Wild Dingo was always traveling and I was always missing him. Living abroad is a dream opportunity that many aspire to, but […]

Phthph!  This month's masthead is totally sappy. I don't do sappy well. I hemmed and hawed. I kicked and stammered. But Mr. Wild Dingo, who's even less sappier than me, twisted my arm and told me to run it. It's just as well. This week, I'm giving a yoga class themed on love in light […]