There's not a shadow that can't be lifted.
Dog walking is as routine as it gets, at least five times a day. Practically, it means I hardly ever leave the house without at least one camera. Last Sunday, ready for a change of scenery, it was with two: a Fujfilm X100S with the Wide Conversion Lens (true 28mm)
Desidirium = nostalgia. Nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition. The question I’d like to explore: can (the resurgence of) analog photography merely be explained as nostalgic? What is that nostalgia in this context exactly? I’ve thought about the
At Christmas 2022 my brother & sister-in-law-to-be asked me to shoot their wedding on June 23 2023. A big deal, of course, that responsibility to deliver the goods and it would mean forgoing on being ‘a guest’. I thought about it and a few weeks later I accepted. The location
After 11 years of faithful service and 577.000 clicks my X-Pro1 has turned into a brick. It had been acting up for the last two years (specially during wintertime), but last week I broke its back, in the middle of a series of panoramas. As someone commented in the Fujifilm
‘Bucket list’ is corny, but for lack of a better description, I’ll just place my journey to Burning Man in the Nevada desert in that category. Years prior I thought I had a good idea about what it really was, but you know; ‘You don’t know, man, you weren’t there!’
I was going through my archived negatives today and happened upon a project I had almost completely forgotten about. Not that it wasn’t interesting, but well over a decade is enough to fade out plenty of memories. Recap: in my Amsterdamize days of traveling the world and fulfilling my duties
My mother was born in 1948 in Vlissingen, which is located on the former island, now peninsula (since 1871) of Walcheren in the province of Zeeland. One of the things that Walcheren is known for and has inspired painters (such as Mondriaan) and writers in the 19th and 20th century
My father passed away in August. This Christmas our family gathered in Stavoren, Friesland to enjoy the holidays. My mother chose that weekend to also bid a last goodbye to dad, scattering his ashes in the IJsselmeer lake. The morning started as one would wish for; a half-blocked sunrise churning
Who doesn’t love music? And which photographer doesn’t like to capture musicians at work? Well, I do. Bonus: I prefer dynamic (read: changing) lighting conditions and I’ve dabbled in piano chords since my 7th summer myself. In 2018/19 I was one of the in-house (voluntary) photographers of the modest, but
Woke up in Edinburgh on February 1, 2020, Brexit had just gone into effect, lots of referendum related news buzzing and the only day off for what was to be a 3 days work stint. I made the most of it. I figured some Kodachrome (35) flavour would work well