Swiss Spring

A few of my most treasured photographs that deserve to be shared with the world. The hills were so alive. 

Onto greener pastures

Who am I to deny you photographs of little town houses, rolling mountains and grass greener than the idioms ever professed it to really be?

All photographs were taken from the train from Interlaken to Lucerne, where all roads lead to mountains. I apologise for any blurriness - it was a moving train after all.