These are less than nine million bicycles. That's a fact.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Not far from where one of the creators of the Pieterpad lived, each day several people who walk the trail pass by, unknowingly.
The girl with red trousers sat on the park bench and waited.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Not Neville Shute's book but just a walk on the beach in Egmond.
Not the inventor of bookprinting. Neither was Gutenberg. Probably the Chinese can take the credit for inventing everything from printing to gunpowder.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Having lunch at Cnossen we started with coffee and tea.
Walking in the Onlanden area on a Sunday. The day started cloudy and cold and became sunny later. The day started quiet and still and became more crowded later.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Nope. No pink tall birds on shiny red legs here. They must be out shopping somewheres is where they are.
These glasses are cool on the outside and warm on the inside. Metrosexual glasses. They're not too bad, though.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I got two bottles of soy sauce from the Oriental market. One is light and one is dark. Both are rather salty.
Almost equinox and the sunset moves towards Slaperstil already.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
And that punchline would be: a smurf in a canoe. No idea what the preamble to the joke could be.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The best thing about living on the 5th floor is the views. The evening skies are usually the best.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A big red ball rises over the harbour. It gets light earlier and earlier.
Monday, March 5, 2012
A large temp house, a yellow shed and a new fence. The saga continues.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
A private graveyard in the woods with a KEEP OUT sign.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
It turns out there were other people at the beach when their silhouettes appeared.
Finally we could see the sea. Before that it was just the sound of the waves that led us in the right direction.
In the court of the Duomo in Utrecht there is a walled garden.
It looks like Saint Martin because he cuts his cloak in two to give the beggar half of it. Unlike me, who refused the unsympathetic beggar the few coins he asked for.