goedemorgen

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nobody there....

haven van Vlieland

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cats in windows (3)

nieuwendam (picture with HTC wildfire S)

nieuwendam (picture with HTC wildfire S)

zunderdorp

de haringeter en vrienden zijn terug...

zaterdagochtend 9:17 

officiële opening beeldentuin 4 april

the bumblebee's behind

procrastination, kent u die uitdrukking (7)

doghouse

wijk aan zee 9:15

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einde wandeling....

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noordhollandkanaal

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te laat en terug op de route...

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op de vlonders

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ransdorp in de verte

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amsterdam noord

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amsterdam

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aan de wandel

en een experiment: elk uur een foto
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daar is tie weer....

...de eerste cappuccino op het strand, bij bora bora
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laatste zeezicht

blik op de scheveningse slag, 8:48 uur

een uur later begonnen ze aan de volgende verdieping 

van het nieuwe gebouw naast ons

cats in windows (2)

 

scheveningen 

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come my cantilations

Come my cantilations,
Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,
Let me be free of pavements,
Let me be free of the printers.
Let come beautiful people
Wearing raw silk of good colour,
Let come the graceful speakers,
Let come the ready of wit,
Let come the gay of manner, the insolent and the exulting.
We speak of burnished lakes,
And of dry air, as clear as metal.

-Ezra Pound, 1914-

scheveningen 9:05

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echt keiveul sneeuw...

op 31 januari op de grøtåsløypa bij Nordseter
oh nee het was de loipe naar Sjusjøen,
want die dag op de grøtåsløypa was het zo koud
dat het fototoestel het niet meer deed...

your catfish friend

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
     one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
     of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
     somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
     at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them." 

-Richard Brautigan, 1967-

valentine dilemma

from xkcd
(wat is het toch heerlijk als je niet aan valentijnsdag doet ;)

scheveningen 17:03

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dust of snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

-Robert Frost, 1923-

onderweg...

bij -22 graden, geen kip te zien. zelfs te koud voor koffiepauze langs de route....
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evening fire

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evening light

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morning light

from our balcony
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winterwonderland

nordseter
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why...

doghouse

automatic teller machine

If you work at a steady rate
you may reach the river by nightfall
and if you have the will

a canoe will be waiting
by the ash factory
for you to take upstream

to the takoyaki shack
where you can eat delicious food
and drink as much beer as you like

until late into the night.
In other words you have
your whole life ahead of you

and no one can tell you
what to do or how to act
or what to say or anything

said the machine in the wall
before dispensing my receipt
in a tiny wadded ball

-Ben Mirov, 2012-

uit de oude doos

along the Iceline Trail, Canadian Rockies, Yoho National Park
september 2002

(analoge foto, ingescand)

lijmen

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-