The map is not the territory
This year’s card is a little gouache of the Maloja Pass in winter, from above.
THE BOAT
Growing up in a small fishing village in Ireland offered me the privilege of watching boats sail in and out of the harbour, surrounded by people who knew how to follow the cycles of the moon, understood
Nollaig na mBan…
On this, the last of the twelve holy days which marks the end of the Christmas season, women in Ireland would traditionally visit each other and drink tea.
BELLS
don’t worry my dear
there’ll still be bells this Christmas
some things never change
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Living in Switzerland, one cannot fail to be confronted by the ubiquitous nature of the bell.