ajournalofuneventfuldays on hold
Hey dear readers,
I will be away for awhile in the Spring season due to work overload in my nursery plus lots of landscaping & garden maintenance.
Photo: old watermill close to Gramat in the Lot region in France. The year is 2016.
Cheers!
Beaufort at the North Sea
Three sculptures at the North Sea coast in Westende, Belgium. They are relics of a bi-annual open air art show called “Beaufort”.
Photos: today.
Hey let’s paint this thing!!!
This thing? What is this thing? Actually, it is in her mind’s eye. So, don’t ask me.
Painting by Nora about 2 weeks ago.
Apple pencil on iPad.
She had never used these tools before, so I was wondering what would happen next…
Photo&Painting: 7th of February 2017.
samen (English: see below)
we zijn onfeilbaar, onafscheidelijk onder blauwe hemels van somalië.
gedijend op steile weiden, kijkend naar het dorp in de vallei, dorp
dat geen naam heeft. dorp vol mensen, als op zomerse stranden.
gouden stranden vol met mensen, maar niemand zoals jij.
een nieuwe 20ste eeuw begon daar toen, in de andere kamer of zo.
we kwamen er ook, verschijnen in foto’s, nooit door wie ook gemaakt.
er stond een boom, zo eenzaam als een boom is. met harde takken
en twijgen -je ging zitten mocht zich blad ontvouwen- maar
wat je ook deed, het was verlies en voordeel, samen al die tijd.
Godenkind, 20-02-2017
together
we are infallible, inseperable under blue skies of somalia.
thriving on steep valley meadows, overlooking the village, a village
with no name. village full of people, like on sunny beaches.
golden beaches full of people, but nobody looks like you.
another 20th century just got started in the next room or so.
we went there too, emerging in photos, never made by nobody whatsoever.
there was a tree too, as lonely as a tree can be, with firm branches
and twigs -you sat down waiting for leaves unfolding- but
whatever happened, it was your loss and benefit, all at the same time.
Godenkind, 20-02-2017
I wrote this slightly incoherent poem while reading an article about Somalia, and listening to “Winterreise” composed by Schubert, and -thirdly- vaguely remembering “Tahitian Melody” by obscure sixties band The Savage Ressurrection. I pinched one line from the lyrics, sorry guys, if you’re still out there, I owe it to you and I’ll pay you in due time 😔. The song is on spotify and youtube, by the way.
I was switching between Dutch/English all the time, Dutch being my native language.
Photos: 7 years ago, 7 months ago.
PS WordPress has messed up the verses. I can’t get it right now.
Fatal attraction
The very site where King Albert I. of Belgium fell down (was pushed?😲) in the “Fôret Domaniale” of Marche-les-Dames, close to the city of Namur, Belgium.
One of my sons impersonating the king ☺.
First photo: yesterday.
Abbaye de Marche-les-Dames Pt.3
Artefacts in the forest (le “Fôret Domaniale”) close to the abbey of Marche-les-Dames, in the Walloon region of Belgium. Adding the graveyard and the pond of the abbey.
In this forest King Albert I. of Belgium died, when he fell off a cliff (or was pushed down?😧) in 1934.
The truth is out there…
Photos: yesterday.
De Doode Beemde
‘De Doode Beemde’ is a natural reserve close to Leuven (Belgium).
’Beemd’ means meadow or mead. ‘Doode’ is ‘dead’.
The terrain is extremely swampy in wintertime. It attracks lots of rare birds.
Photos: a few days ago.
