Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Appenzellerland requires another post...

...because it is so lovely, like a childhood dream vision - soft kind hills, smiling houses, and a tremendous sense of luminous space. In the past I always thought that the naive art associated with this region was a painterly affectation, but I think I get it now: the landscape requires it. 

Herbal lore and plant remedies are still widely practised, and traditions are conscientiously observed - men wear large gold earrings and the cows process through the streets in finery on their way down from summer pastures. It is a special place, perhaps partly because ski tourism has not contaminated it.


This morning's procession.



A live shamanic tradition.



Appenzeller paintings.


Shamanic 'Silvesterchläusli' figures in winter landscape. 

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Bludenz - Rankweil - Appenzell (CH).

Last Sunday I was at my brother's wedding in Dorset. It was a magnificent occasion on every level, but I won't write more about it since it does not fit into this narrative. 

So far I have been wearing sandals - good pilgrim style, they dry fast when it rains, and obviate the need for washing socks. But the thick skin on my heals started to crack, so now I'm wearing trainers. I also ditched my tent/ sleeping bag/ cooking equipment - a lighter rucksack makes all the difference towards the end of the day. And I have finally crossed into Switzerland. 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Last days in Austria (and the last days of summer?).

Leaving the Inn valley

Sculpture in the woods

Perfect clarity and liquid light

Mr. Finn feeling the heat