Late Spring

Images: Here are some fashion images by Nicole Neumann for the weekend. We are still travelling. Back to normal blogging next week. We leave you with a late spring poem by Judith Wright.

Late Spring
The moon drained white by day
lifts from the hill
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
springs up in blossom still.

Women believe in the moon:
this branch I hold
is not more white and still than she
whose flower is ages old,
and so I carry home
flowers from the pear
that makes such obstinate tokens still
for fruit it cannot bear.

Travel: Between lakes and rivers

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move -Robert Louis Stevenson

Image by Andreas Baum.
The sun is high and penetrating, but the wind from the twin-nippled mountains is quite cold. Sister is asleep in the back of the car as I type. She is either tipsy from the medieval architecture, the luscious Swiss wine, the deliciously crisp, champagne air, or the view from the car of the hills above Montreux. We are at the Genevan countryside - travelling, tasting, sipping. xx