Life is simple. It’s a seminar about the essentials.
Life is simple. Go to Ghent, by train.
Between Ghent and Bruges.
(I made a horrible mistake today – my Fuji was in jpg-mode…)
It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph — only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.
About the normal ability to communicate, again.
About the childish ability to communicate.
80 days of summer.
80 days of summer, Sint Pietersabdij, Gent
You don’t have to sort of enhance reality. There is nothing stranger than truth.
(Being bride & photographer)
(Another avoidable town – or is the photographer to blame?)
(Exchanging thoughts and addictions)
(Exchanging happiness and so forth. I felt in Italy, but it was just Flanders)
P.s. Mi sono immaginato in Italia, ma era solo il Belgio…..
(Exchanging diagnostic bacteriology protocols)
(Desperately waiting for a train and enjoying local landscapes)
(Ghent in a hurry, a pity)
(while the sun was shining, I was grasped by contemplation)
(while the sun was shining, I was among socialists)
(while the sun was shining, I was looking at a candidate princess)
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