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)
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
At the end of 2020 a group of friends (and Milo in tow) came together for a much needed reunion. A tiny house called The Blues Barn, a fire place, an outdoor tub, beers, a guitar, board games, lots of reminiscing and projecting the future.
