P.s. Life is simple. Wait for light.
(no blue skies in Flanders)
P.s. Life is simple. Long for springtime.
P.s. Life is simple. Avoid chaos and find some transparency.
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.
‘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?
Every photograph is a battle of form versus content. The good ones are on the border of failure.
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)
(blue skies in Flanders)
(30 minutes of walking)
(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in springtime)
Teaching. Docendo discimus, Seneca said.
My personal surveymonkey at work. I cannot stop him.
I wish I only saw the beauty of it all.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own. Susan Sontag
After my mother’s funeral.
It is intolerable to have one’s sufferings twinned with anybody else’s.
(Till sunday, in a library)
(I left the camera alone for a while)
2018, to distinguish the main issues from the side issues.
(a rectangular journey)
(Railways, heading to Antwerp)
(Old School Zoo of Antwerp)
(Moms come in all shapes and sizes – the zoo)
(All shapes & sizes – in front of the zoo)
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