October 2024
This month was all about my trip to Atlanta, Georgia from October 10th – 23rd, staying with one of my best friends and his family. I hadn’t seen him in 3 years and the rest of his kin for well over 10 years, so it was due time. The two
This month was all about my trip to Atlanta, Georgia from October 10th – 23rd, staying with one of my best friends and his family. I hadn’t seen him in 3 years and the rest of his kin for well over 10 years, so it was due time. The two
September generated a photo mix of the routine, neighbourhood parties, work and travel.
Looking back on August, it was mostly a month of missed opportunities, as I wasn’t able to clear my head to be focussed (or be loose) with my photography. So mostly snapshots here and there from my dog walks. And I submitted this photo to the monthly Framelines Street Assignment,
July was July, all work, with a few shots that vaguely resemble a summer break. Oh, and I had submitted this photo for Framelines’ street assignment ‘Fill the Frame’.
Captures along the way in the month of May.
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)
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
I moved out of Amsterdam in the fall of 2014, but its streets lured me back regularly. 2017 was the year I rekindled my love for analog photography. I didn’t buy any gear at first, but asked my dad where he had put all his old cameras. Sure enough, there
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.