(bipolar view on Flemish woods, part 2)
(bipolar view on Flemish woods, part 1)
‘To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.’ Elliott Erwitt
(daily portrait)
(the guards)
(a day with no definition for the word ‘astonishing’)
(a day with no particular astonishment)
(while the sun was shining, I was grasped by contemplation)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t waiting for the finish)
(while the sun was shining, his dreams were prompted)
(while the sun was shining, I looked around, from wuthering heights – an hour ago)
(while the sun was shining, everything that could turn green, had outdone itself in greenness)
(while the sun was shining, I was back home)
(while the sun was shining, I was admiring local urban planning)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t dying)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t thinking of an erotic touch)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t proud to be Flemish)
(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t being a part of Belgian worries)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet,again)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of Harry Gruyaert, in Wissant)
(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of a nickname : Lucas Blurbsky)
(while the sun was shining, I was in France)
(while the sun was shining, I was looking at the production of selfies)
(while the sun was shining, I felt a shade of beauty)
(Mr. Rutakintome should believe me…)