You ask why I live
alone in the birch forest,
and I smile and am silent
until even my soul grows quiet...
You ask why I live
alone in the birch forest,
and I smile and am silent
until even my soul grows quiet...
...I will lie down on the wet grass and look at the swaying tops of the thirsty young birch trees...
And early on a beautiful bright spring morning, I go outside and take a deep breath of the birth of a spring day...
Sometimes, thankfully very rarely, I can't get back to sleep after I've woken up in the middle of the night. Then I get up and go to the kitchen, get some hot water from the thermos and pour it into the leftover tea from the evening before.
While enjoying the tea with small sips, I walk to the window and look outside for a few minutes...
I love this tree, standing strong no matter the weather and season. Day and night, in darkness and in full light, it tells stories to those who take time to listen.
What do you do when it storms? Do you curl up on the couch with a book and a cup of tea? Or do you go outside during a "mild" storm?
I do the latter. I like to go out for a short walk in the open field, along a lake or on the beach, to feel the power of the wind and enjoy the constantly changing skies. After that walk, when I come home, I'll do the curling up with a cup of tea... 😉
When I still lived in the Netherlands, I liked to bike to this tree every now and then, to spend some time there in the early morning silence on the bank of the river Maas, enjoying ever changing light.
For this work I used a photo that I made at the beginning of autumn. The tree was still full of leaves, and the leaves were still beautifully green.
We stroll along a beech-lined path in the forest, and we enjoy the winter light playing on the leafless branches and tree trunks...
The day after the storm, the sea is calm, the beach empty: for kilometers we don't meet a soul. The waterline guides us on our walk, showing us the way in the emptiness . . .
On a stormy day, it is wonderful to take a walk on the beach, like here on the beach of Schiermonnikoog, one of the Dutch Wadden islands...
Published today in The Ekphrastic Review, a collaboration with Laura Ann Reed based on -a little bit color adjusted version of- my artwork 'The Yellow Umbrella'.
The photo that I used to create this artwork is made with an Eastman Kodak No. 2 Folding Cartridge Hawk-Eye Model B camera, manufactured more than 90 years ago, between the years 1926 and 1934.
A quiet afternoon in early spring, silence lies like a blanket over the marshes. The wind whispers softly in the reeds, telling stories from around the world and of all times.
Lilac dreams in the sky,
veiled by light,
floating on the wind
After a crisp summer night, the first rays of sunlight hit the damp fields. A light haze rises and disappears to the horizon, carried by an emerging summer breeze....
It's a warm winter day, after a few sunny days the fields are gently turning green. A walk early in the morning, the rising sun just rising above the hills. A veil of mist rises from the cold lake, drifting across the fields with a gentle breeze.
Early on a beautiful spring morning I wandered through the fields along the bay Krik Vig, part of the Limfjord. Except for the rustling of the wind and a few birds, it's quiet…
The humid morning air and a fresh sea breeze blend the colors and scents of a beautiful new day.
It's early in the morning. It has been snowing all night, there is no one else in the forest. Carefully you take a step into the fresh snow….
Light. Hidden
behind a veil of silence
of the fading darkness
Celebrate this new day
Every day
The past year for us has been about tearing down, and rebuilding. Demolishing what was rotten or no longer served us, and considering what we wanted to keep and perhaps reuse.
It's early on a cold, dark winter morning. At dusk, everything seems to be the colour blue. Then the sun rises, coloring the world in an amazing palette.
A dark evening in a city where it is raining briskly. The street is almost deserted, shopkeepers have just turned out the lights and closed their stores. Two people are walking down the street talking and laughing under a yellow umbrella. I feel a strange desire to know what the two are laughing about....
When Laura Ann Reed, a friend and poet from the US, sent me a new poem she had written, her words spoke to me so strongly that I immediately had a vision that for me matched her words. Moreover, I also immediately knew which two 10-year-old photos I had to put together to make the image I had in mind.
Fresh snow, as far as the eye can see. The forest looks spacious, light, and larger than usual. It is quiet, and the world feels deserted. Only the muffled crunch of our footsteps in the fresh snow.
On a beautiful morning I wandered through the fields along the bay Krik Vig, part of the Limfjord. Except for the rustling of the wind and a single bird, it's quiet…
amid wild cherry blossoms overcome by fragrance
my fury
sank to its knees
...
It is early morning on a beautiful, sunny but damp spring day. Sunlight warms the forest floor, patches of fog rise. The trees seem to be moving, appearing out of the mist, as if they are gathering for their morning meeting.
July 3, 2024 — Comments are off for this post.
Silent forest
A tree hums
Dark sound
Forests often have an enchanting atmosphere. The murmur of leaves enhances the silence, the dim light hides a lot of details... At the same time, scarce light can give objects a different, mysterious form. And a creaking branch will make you look around to discover...
Fleeing winds
lash the beach,
trying to hide
Sometimes you feel a strong wind so gusting on your body that it seems like the wind itself is fleeing from something and trying to push you aside because you are in her way...
And Then The Sun Stood Still - Summer.... - I love this time of the year, in which the whole cosmos seems to come to a standstill for a moment...
When I see
the colors of the sunset
the sparkles on the water
waves finding rest on the shore...
I no longer wish. I am
A sunny day at the beach of the North Sea, just north of the town of Agger in Denmark.
June 21, 2022 — Comments are off for this post.
And Then The Sun Stood Still - Summer.... - I love this time of the year, in which the whole cosmos seems to come to a standstill for a moment.
December 21, 2021 — Comments are off for this post.
And Then The Sun Stood Still - Winter Solstice - The sun seems to stand still for a few days, before the light returns.
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