Binntal, in winter, is one of the most beautiful valleys in Switzerland. And in summer, you can start from Fäld and follow the river Binna all the way to its sources, and hike up to Albrunpass and then down into Italy on the other side.
Köbi is the last man left, in one of Switzerland’s most isolated valleys. So isolated he cannot walk out of his house when it snows heavily, because of the incessant avalanches. So isolated he buys hundreds of kilos of provisions every October to last him the entire winter. So isolated he can’t drive down to sell his own cow’s milk. So isolated the municipality doesn’t bother to clear the road off snow once half a meter has fallen. That’s the limit. Once you cross that number you’re just waiting for an avalanche.
Join me on a journey where I share my knowledge and experience documenting lives on the Swiss alps. You will discover people and places few tourists have seen. We will talk about the history and geography that have shaped the people, explore valleys and alps and follow rivers to their sources.
Along the way, you will explore and develop your photography, writing, or any other form you wish to express yourself in. We will make notes and fill a scrapbook with prints and words and drawings.
Hotel Kemmeriboden-Bad is known throughout Switzerland for its hospitality, its meringue, and its connection to the land and people of the Emmental Alps.
Over the years, the hotel has gone through many changes, and this is reflected in its logo, which keeps evolving over time. Logos and typography have swept through its historic interiors, before and after my time.
My design identity for the hotel revolved around my stories for the hotel. I told the stories of its connection to the farmers who lived around it and supplied it with products: cheese made on the alp, meat from their animals…
My column Pinaki’s World runs in BauernZeitung, the most-subscribed agricultural weekly newspaper in Switzerland.
Roberto was crushing grapes under his bare feet by the age of ten. He grew up with his grandparents, in their vineyard at Penela da Beira in Portugal. When he was twelve, his grandfather was dead and his grandmother sick. So he left for Switzerland, where his mother worked.
Life wasn’t always easy. He missed Portugal and his grandparents, and didn’t want to go to school. But with time, and attention, he settled down.
And then, 14 years ago, he found Maria and Chrigu, and…
How did it all start? In another life, another continent, where everything’s dead, buried alive out of necessity and desperation. But while any connection to where I come from has been erased, over and over, the words that started everything remain seared into me, and I can recite them at will, again and again, as I have to myself over a lifetime. Prayers from someone who believes in nothing, spoken to no one and everyone.
The cow shows of Schangnau have long been known not just for their animals but also the people they bring together twice a year. The first cooperative in this valley, a couple of curves from the source of the river Emme, can be traced back to the early 1900s. In those days you could never reach the maximum score of 100 points, but if your cow got to the mid-90s it was excellent. This system of ranking changed in the 1990s. The shows were timed to the annual migration, the first in spring before the animals were taken up the…
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