Park Corner

I ended up in a corner of Sloterpark. The sun was bright, time was at peace with itself, so I sat on a wall and looked around.

Park Corner

I ended up in a corner of Sloterpark. The sun was bright, time was at peace with itself, so I sat on a wall and looked around.

Cross-City Movement

The fuller our city becomes, the better I become at moving from A to B — at maximum speed. And with that comes a number of scenarios. Some last no longer than a flash, others grow into mini-sketches.

Cross-City Movement

The fuller our city becomes, the better I become at moving from A to B — at maximum speed. And with that comes a number of scenarios. Some last no longer than a flash, others grow into mini-sketches.

Embrace the Grey

Deep into autumn, and the grey returns. Only one thing to do I suppose… and that’s to embrace the weather (and the shorter days) with arms open wide.

Embrace the Grey

Deep into autumn, and the grey returns. Only one thing to do I suppose… and that’s to embrace the weather (and the shorter days) with arms open wide.

The End of This

Everything changes: the new arrives, the familiar disappears. So it was on Saturday July 29 July when our friend Danny closed his butcher’s shop for good.
On Thursday the 27th I hung around for a couple of hours for one last look.

The End of This

Everything changes: the new arrives, the familiar disappears. So it was on Saturday July 29 July when our friend Danny closed his butcher’s shop for good.
On Thursday the 27th I hung around for a couple of hours for one last look.

The Silver Rabbit

All right then, I’m definitely enjoying this one-minute story business. Here’s one inspired by the Oosterpark.

The Silver Rabbit

All right then, I’m definitely enjoying this one-minute story business. Here’s one inspired by the Oosterpark.

Look Up

It’s funny how much we forget, even when the supposed memory is ‘backed up’ by photographs. One grey-ish day last February I walked around town with my head to the skies. Why? No idea, but that’s what I did.

Look Up

It’s funny how much we forget, even when the supposed memory is ‘backed up’ by photographs. One grey-ish day last February I walked around town with my head to the skies. Why? No idea, but that’s what I did.

Looking While Walking

Another one of those random walks, in which I point the camera at anything that makes me look twice. Looking twice, by the way, is not caused by the subject being awesome,  mind-boggling, or whatever — it’s simply the result of my eyes and mind being in everything’s-interesting mode.

Looking While Walking

Another one of those random walks, in which I point the camera at anything that makes me look twice. Looking twice, by the way, is not caused by the subject being awesome,  mind-boggling, or whatever — it’s simply the result of my eyes and mind being in everything’s-interesting mode.

The Bag

Another one-minute story. This one was inspired by the movement of the canal boats.

The Bag

Another one-minute story. This one was inspired by the movement of the canal boats.

Ordinary People

Following a couple of days of all-round grey weather, I ventured out into the sunlight and had a look at the world around…

Ordinary People

Following a couple of days of all-round grey weather, I ventured out into the sunlight and had a look at the world around…

A Bit of Wednesday

These are from a couple weeks ago when, after being inside for a bit too long, I needed to go out for some air. This is some of what I saw.

A Bit of Wednesday

These are from a couple weeks ago when, after being inside for a bit too long, I needed to go out for some air. This is some of what I saw.