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Life is simple, at the edge.

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Life is simple. Go out for holidays with only one battery.

Art for beginners and haters (1).

Art has many appearances and parasites.

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P.s. Life is simple. Wait for light.

Flemish towns to avoid (167)

(no blue skies in Flanders)

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P.s. Life is simple. Long for springtime.

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P.s. Life is simple. Avoid chaos and find some transparency.

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P.s. Life is simple. Don’t make any pictures during holidays. Prepare your Lightroom-lessons.

P.s. really no idea why, but I was thinking of ‘teachers’ who crossed my path in Luca School of Arts, Brussels. They disappeared somehow.

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‘The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.’ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

P.s. According to you, what’s the story of this picture?

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 Every photograph is a battle of form versus content. The good ones are on the border of failure.


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BXL. Trains and art. (And thinking of false artists A. Conrad, G. Goiris, M. Vanvolsem and their poor ambassadors, whose names I’ll remember soon)


Flemish towns to avoid (166)

(blue skies in Flanders)

Flemish towns to avoid (165)

(blue skies in Flanders)

Flemish towns to avoid (164)

(30 minutes of walking)

Flemish towns to avoid (163)

(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in springtime)

An adjourning life goes on (6)

Teaching. Docendo discimus, Seneca said.

An adjourning life goes on (5)

My personal surveymonkey at work. I cannot stop him.

An adjourning life goes on (4)

I wish I only saw the beauty of it all.

An adjourning life goes on (3)

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.  Susan Sontag

An adjourning life goes on (2)

After my mother’s funeral.

An adjourning life goes on (1)

It is intolerable to have one’s sufferings twinned with anybody else’s.

Susan Sontag

(Till sunday, in a library)

A photographer surviving the flu.

(I left the camera alone for a while)

Wishes at will.

2018, to distinguish the main issues from the side issues.

Yesterday’s diary again.

(a rectangular journey)


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(Railways, heading to Antwerp)