Sils
Jogging on Saturday morning, watching the sun go up behind green mountains over wet luscious pastures with mountain flowers in full bloom, a wonderful (dry!) hike for 4 hours right into valley Fedox over Sils, compensated for a rainy Sunday.
The tree face you (picture below) I discovered on the way down from valley Fedox towards Maloja.
Plans for this week: Stock up Mr. shop owner in Zurich with fragrant liquids, telling you more about the latest developments in my desperate trials to get a company to send a quotation and a look at the newest small e-gadget…..and maybe a word on banks, if they still exist by then.
Picture: Tree face uploaded by Andy, seen in Sils 2008
July 14th, 2008 at 7:54 am
Nice to see that Tauer perfumes is on air again ;-) I am already anticipating the week broadcasting schedule ;-)
Glad you still got a chance for some hiking.
The tree face is beautifull - old, wise and mysterious. Reminded me something I smelled at your place - a smoky woody mix - a kind of “leather base” you wasn’t entirely satisfied with because it was too smoky…
July 14th, 2008 at 8:55 am
It is good, that excursion was dry:-) Andy’s excellent photo.
The nature creates surprising creations.
Hugs!
July 14th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
Venerable tree !
Your jog sounds lyrical.
[Your vetiver is exquisite, btw- I sent you a personal email about it… THANKS !]
Much love to you ….Schmetterling -
July 14th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Wow! New iPod?)
July 14th, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Or a new iPhone?
July 14th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Sils is sublime. I remember walking under a cataract there near a little village of stone farmhouses, lakeside on the path from Baselgia to Maloja.
July 15th, 2008 at 2:44 am
A poem by W. S. Merwin that I love:
I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
with one
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches
July 15th, 2008 at 6:56 am
Dear Vasily
Thank you for sharing this poem. Lovely, indeed, greetings from a guy who rarely hugs trees, but adores them nevertheless and sometimes tries to listen…
Dear Vetivresse
Yes, it is indeed! It is a powerful place, and there are many spots where you can feel beauty emanating in condensed from around you.
Dear Marianne
nope! hehehehe…
Dear Jeff
nope! hehehehe
Dear Chayaruchama
I thank you!
Dear Vladimir
Nature is full of surprises and a pool to load the creative batteries!
Dear AromaX and I am reminded in the all devouring universe eater, the beast that eats the world …
July 15th, 2008 at 7:19 am
Langolier? I am curious why ;-)
Curious what parfume would smell like inspired by langoliers ;-). The marketing is clear - go with the flow, don’t stuck in yesterday or otherwise you’ll be eaten by langoliers ;-)