Life is no longer simple, if the meaning of life is to be found in photoshop.
P.s. never trust a catholic politician – we have some.
Life is no longer simple, in a lockdown springtime
Life is simple, making music on a sunday.
Life is simple, when you’re 82.
Life is simple. It’s Cutie Flootie, on Sunday, in Nieuwpoort, at 5 p.m., in Ysara.
Life is simple. It’s cold, out there.
Life is simple. Feel blue, for a while.
Life is simple. In an Indian summer.
Life is simple. Having a diary.
Life is simple. Looking at Flanders Fields.
‘The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.’
(railway station blues)
(Delight in our garden)
(I wanted to go to Watou, but the crowd expelled me – so I created my own arts festival again)
(People at the neanderthaler meeting)
(People at the fair)
(Those were the days – they say)
(Photography as a way of providing information, news, game details, screenshots, downloads, and links.)
(Happening in Flanders, result of a branded strategy)
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