The tower of the church of the patron saint of this town, Saint Martin, who divided his coat to give half to a beggar.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I once attended TSUT of which I was reminded by this poster.
On the former churchyard of Saint Martin lies a pink balloon on the green grass.
Monday, May 28, 2012
As children we -the boys- threw these in the girl's shirts where they would tickle their way up.
Sitting in the shade at the board of the lake with a hot tea is real nice.
This fish has ceased to be. It's gone to meet it's maker. It's pushing up the daisies. Or waterlilies. It's a late fish.
Friday, May 25, 2012
PTT, the former national Post-, Telephone- and Telegraph-company.
Be careful if you eat from this stracciatella icebox because the contents look like rat-of mouse-poison.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
My glasses from the last 10 years or so. The first two are my normal and my reading glasses. No multi-focal glass for me. After one year of trying and adjusting I decided I had had enough headache.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Doradoes look at you
With faces that say "what did I do?".
Poetry that rhymes.
I finally know why this cabin is here. And it's not for a reason I would have guessed.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Anne carved her name in this tree and so she'll be remembered for quite some time.
As a true Iceland-o-phile I couldn't resist these Icelandic poppies.
On Ascension day the windmill is not yet open at 10 o'clock.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
On the Dwingelderveld the guide took us to an off-limits spot where this big pingo-ruin lies.
A field with trees and grass high enough to hide some deer in.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
The crown of the trees is eye-blinding green in the spring.
Friday, May 11, 2012
In the old farm there are two pumps next to the old heater-room.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Lying along the side of the dyke, the blood came out where crows had picked at it's eyes.
And it rained. For forty days. And forty nights. And I had to like open the bruises up. And let some of the blood come out. To show them. Come out to show out.
Hardly visible at this magnification and resolution two deer cross the path in the distance.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Years ago I worked near the Haribo factory. Every morning at 7 was when I started to work. I never loved the smell of sugar in the morning. I don't surf.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
I worked in this building and I also remember it as the last minute goto to pay the phonebill before electronic banking was there.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Beautiful house 't Huis de Wolf in Haren is one of the first villas that were built along the road from Groningen to Haren.