fox tracks
On a morning walk in a quiet park where city foxes are said to live we saw no flash of an orange tail between the winter trees. But high above was Mr. Fox, smiling sly.
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the heart
Reflections
Throw a stone watch how it breaks the surface tension and disappears. Watch the oscillating image struggling to resettle itself into something new. Or you can wait for a wind to do the job.
faces of the forest
On a windy island grows a forest where moss warriors march at night, where trees see and listen; whisper to the passing traveler. Here earthy spiders weave their silky webs. Here fairy tales are born.
Winter flowers
Why are the trees in bloom? What’s the hurry, tulips, to push up through the ground? You should be naked and sleeping.
A little bird story
These pictures were taken in France in 2007. I found an abandoned bird house in Normandy and the silent beauty of it made an unforgettable impression on me. A few days later mechanical birds filled the Paris sky.
Misty Paris
To take Paris by surprise on a misty winter morning when the tourists are still munching their croissants at the hotel buffets and the salesmen just opening their stalls by the river is a rare bliss. To sit upstairs Shakespeare and Company surrounded by stories and a humming cat sleeping by my side or walking by the river with a cup of coffee warming my hands as the streets above start to fill with voices that soon grow into the usual hustle. To find a piece of gold and let it go. To listen to the sounds of an accordion echoing from the alleyways. Just to be, there, a part of it.
7 hours of light
This is my country. It’s grey, it’s cold, it’s waiting. Waiting for the snow to bury the stripped landscape in a pure white blanket. The fields like a lover’s stubble, trees like needles pointed at the heavy sky. Everything is quiet. And then: Footsteps, cracking branches and a few carefully selected words.
A cloudy day in Oostende
When two friends balancing on the edge of a burnout need to reconnect with what really matters, a walk by the sea comes naturally into the picture. The clouds were hanging low in the late October sky and small drops of rain wrapped us in a wet embrace as we walked along the rising tide.
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