Kees' photos

Sitting on a bench, in front of the museum; eyes going up...

Pieve di Cadore isn’t on much higher level than my own Bavarian village, but it’s far more dominated by the mountains.

Robbie would have loved to see how 16th C. dachshunds lived, but he wasn’t allowed to visit Titian’s house. Nor was his companion.

Robbie waiting outside Titian’s house, mourning, and hardly susceptible for distractions of any kind...

Our hotel at Pieve di Cadore lacked even the most basic commodities... No, that’s a lie. On the picture is the house where the famous Renaissance painter Titian was born. It’s one of the major attractions of the village.

Vacation in Italy, at last... First stop after the Alps: Brunico (Bruneck), in the far North. Coffee and “bathroom”. Brunico is a clean, well-preserved town, and only few houses like this one can be found. They are kept in this state to humour photographers. After our return home, I heard from our editor-in-chief that Brunico is the place where he was born (I always thought it was Bolzano). Strange coincidence...

The whole world is Robbie’s bathroom (no worry: we carry “doggy bags”), so we had also to go for a walk. Our daughter Cora was disappointed: Brunico is far too “German” for a foreign country. “This ain’t Italy” ... yet.

What can I say? It’s a church, by the looks of it...

The view from our balcony on the mountains (if we are lucky) and the valley of the river Isar is always different and never boring. Sometimes, in the early morning, there’s a mist hanging over it, which means that you don’t see much, but what you can see is exquisite...

A baroque variation on a familiar theme...

At a distance, you’d have expected otherwise:

A busy Sunday. After a couple of hours my company was hungry: we had to retreat for catering, and I decided to take this Richardian shot. Take a look at the glass: it reads “Aktienbrauerei Kaufbeuren”, since 1308, yet another Bavarian brewery with a long tradition. Though I emptied the glass on the left personally, I cannot tell if the beer is as good as its tradition suggests: it had been filled with juice –I was that day’s driver.

This part of the inn was where the malt had been stored once. Its brick vault supplied the photographer with a nice motif.

Steingaden is an old Bavarian town. Some shops still have signboards indicating the business of the shop owner.

There are three wellsprings at Wessobrunn, revealed to Duke Tassilo in a dream while he was sleeping beneath a nearby lime tree (as the story has it).