Doradoes look at you
With faces that say "what did I do?".
Poetry that rhymes.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
In the park
Not far from where one of the creators of the Pieterpad lived, each day several people who walk the trail pass by, unknowingly.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Iceland trip
The latest busstop commercial for Icelandair.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Colorful pattern
Oil on water at the gasstation provides this northern light like pattern of colours.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Toad or frog?
Whatever the name or species, it was sitting in the middle of a quiet road. I was too chicken to pick it up and move it.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Der Osten ist rot
This has nothing to do with Holger Czukay's masterpiece. He only made masterpieces. Maybe still makes them.
This is the morningland, opposite of the eveningland. The morning holds promises. Where are we going today? I like mornings.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Harsschensbosch
Beautiful spot where the Groninger Landschap foundation realised a holiday
home in a former farm. Sort of like the Landmark Trust in the UK.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Farm with blue sky and clouds
It was cold outside but the sun already has some strength. Oh no, winter has just begun. We still have January and February to live through.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Sheep out in the field
In the field next to the spooky farm (where I once saw the female farmer with a scythe over her shoulder walk in the twilight) there were some sheep grazing.
Landscape with a bit of snow
The snow is melting fast but in the shadowier parts there is still some snow and ice, frozen land.
Tool left behind
In the last remains of the once large section of meadows on the university site a farming tool was left along the barbed wire.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Snow-plough
Not that it helped much because most of the snow had turned in an icy floor on the underground. And the plough only seemed to make the surface more slippery. Still, a great machine that made a wonderful sound, like singing.



















