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Ik had drie beestjes,
drie beestjes van steen.
Een vogeltje,
Een veulentje,
Een varkentje.
Ze zijn gevallen.
Ze braken stuk.
Ik heb ze gelijmd.
't is bijna gelukt.
Ik heb drie beestjes,
drie beestjes van steen.
Een volentje,
Een veukentje,
Een vargeltje

-Joke van Leeuwen, 2010-

true or not true?

Without privacy there is no point in being an individual.

-Joanthan Franzen, The Corrections, 2001-

aan de slag op de slag (3)

dit stukkie is bijna klaar... mooie lucht en zee ook

aan de slag op de slag (2)

new york

approach of winter

The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine,—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.

-William Carlos Williams, 1921-

NY-ers love their shoes....

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love in the NY subway

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familiar statues

by tom otterness, hilton times square
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montauk point

the first lighthouse in the US
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kayaking...

in long island sound
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morning view

on mark's deck and nissequogue (spreek uit nissekwa) river, which we will be paddling later today
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san remo squirrel

san remo, long island that is. view from mark's window
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cats in windows...5th avenue NY

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the journey continues

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naar NY met amtrak

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on buck mountain

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strollin' in ballston lake

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te rotterdam

op de dames wc                                               in het grand cafe

luxor theater                                                      hotel new york

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today is remembrance day

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae, 1915-

normal

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

(Albert Camus in Notebooks: 1942-1951)

herfst

theme in yellow

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

-Carl Sandburg, 1916-

cats in windows...

...are sometimes dogs

haarlem

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madeiran flowers

cats in windows

scheveningen
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madeiran morning sun

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here's lunch...

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ook 's ochtends ...

... is het goed toeven onder het zwembad, een terrasje lager dus. Het is hier trouwens erg warm voor de tijd van het jaar, tegen de 30 graden. En gisteravond was het een gegrilde bodião (papegaaivis), geen dorade. Ook erg lekker, maar de dorade is toch wel de winnaar.
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's middags ....

... is het goed toeven bij het zwembad. Bloody hot actually. Vanochtend hebben we ontdekt dat het aan de noordkant van Madeira flink bewolkt kan zijn en dat het daar hard waait en het er dus zomaar 8 graden kouder is. Vanavond gaan we weer een gegrilde dorade eten bij het strandtentje beneden.

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somewhere in funchal

wifi everywhere...

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levada walk

terugkijkend naar Ponta do Sol, door een tunnel en onder waterval door, en je moet geen hoogtevrees hebben: smal pad langs steile helling
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morning coffees

at ponta do sol (not del sol, excuse me)

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bar view op ponta del sol

en overal hoor je zee...

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acquainted with the night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.

-Robert Frost, 1928-

vlie vruchten

vlie view

van deze wijdsheid mogen wij een weekje genieten....

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indeed

roll over for close-up
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utrecht centraal

 

nieuw dak met zonnecellen op Utrecht centraal

(en tryout van de nieuwe foon:

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van slaapmutsje tot viooltje

procrastination, kent u die uitdrukking (6)

doghouse

the hurricane

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.

-William Carlos Williams, The Collected Poems, Vol. 2: 1909-1939-

scheveningen 20:46

gisteravond

hoogbouw in de hofstad

gisteravond 19:48

in zeeuws vlaanderen

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update: de nieuwe tent is regen- en onweerbestendig en erg knus.

reminder

bosbessen

(onder de cursor een hele emmer vol, zelf geplukt)

scheveningen 7:26

 

scheveningen 7:05

(dat was zaterdag)

on the beach

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

-Walt Whitman, 1900-

cornish cows

meet my new scrabble partner

cornish colours

cornish birds

van linsboven met de klok mee: een zingende merel (singing blackbird), een roodborsttapuit (stonechat), een mannetjerstorenvalk (male kestrel) en boerenzwaluwen (barn swallows)

southbank, london

enjoying a leisurely Friday afternoon
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