Art and Abart

In Banksia, on the way to Dunedin ...

Turquoise and blue. Yes, that's Sydney!

I seem to be able to think best when I am in cafés and I understand authors who choose a café as their writing studio. If I have the luxury ...

Saturday morning at the Art Gallery. The children copy paintings and I sketch the children.

You can almost hear the neurons collecting and sorting information when you watch a baby. Watch a baby watching you.

Bubby has invaded my world and I made a 'blue duck' Onesie today ... well, a virtual blue duck onesie actually. For the real thing (...

Is a lifetime spent in cafes a wasted life do you think?   Cinque Cafe in King Street, Sydney - Newtown ..   and C Cafe just down the road....

Little hands ... help me eat my breakfast. Little eyes, watch my every move.

Sydney. Yes, it is warmer here than in Hamburg, but the real difference is the light. In Hamburg the sun is low in the sky already, even tho...

Where oh where are the orchids gone? Singapore airport was synonymous with orchids for me ... but not any more. Probably they are still ther...

Late October, a sunny Sunday draws people out of their homes to catch the last late autumn sunshine on the banks of the Elbe. Dogs frolic, p...

I sold my bike on eBay. I was very fond of my bike and was sorry to see it go but on the other hand the girl who picked it up was delighted ...

Finally I have some Hamburg etchings on artsmitten.com The Town Hall and Michel Church, Swans on the Alster in front of the Town Hall, and ...

Gino has served the most 'Italian' coffee in Rissen for as long as I can remember but only recently did I discover that he is also f...

Autumn, autumn (Herbst, Herbst) and out come the umbrellas. Leaves are starting to turn, and bright berries are everywhere. Most leaves are...

It seems to me that cafes say a lot about a city. Here are some in Berlin: Under the railway at Hackischer Markt. On the river almost opposi...