op de fiets

welig tiert het zomergroen
dag in dag uit, fluitekruid
krelig piert het onbedoen
dan wel dan niet, kierewiet

zeeuwse valken

zeeuwse lucht (2)

life's a beach...

...zeeuws strandvoer (garnalenkroketten dus)

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bezoek...

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het zwin

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zeeuwse lucht

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vis aan zee

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op de westerschelde

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gather

Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs,
pink petals turn black. Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet. No reason for the bees to come.

Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin. Their weight breaks branches,
the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.

You could say, I have been foolish. You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.

-Rose McLarney, 2012-

nachtelijk fluitekruid

en het ruikt ook zo lekker na een regenbuitje....
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scheveningen 23:45

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strandkunst

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cats in windows (4)

scheveningen
you wouldn't say, but it's a tabby

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light and dark