I needed to think, so off to Westerpark.
Late autumn: bright, crisp, and an empty park. Was it really that cold? In summer you have to hopscotch between the sun-drenched bodies. Today… no one.
Having the park to yourself on a bright November morning is an antidote to all forms of negative vibes and thoughts. I do love mornings like this 😎
1. Parks are a great way to clear the mind, and the recipe for success is delightfully simple: 1. Head to the nearest park 2. Stare at something 3. When you blink and wonder what you’re doing there, it’s time to go home
2. You can get into this funny situation with the trees: they simply refuse to get out of the picture frame. Something along the lines of: “Sorry, but we just don’t feel like moving today.” What kind of excuse is that? Supposing every cyclist in Amsterdam said: “Sorry, but I just don’t feel like moving today” whenever the traffic lights turned green? There’d be mayhem. So come on trees: on the count of three…
3. If you have the time, stop and listen to the fallen leaves: they have an endless supply of last summer’s tales.
4. It’s sad, but no matter how hard the Gulls pretend to be upstanding and honorable members of the community, something about the way they walk alerts us to their true intentions…
5. Trees see everything but remember very little. Every autumn I have exactly the same conversation with these ones. “Hey mister, where’s everyone gone?” “It’s Autumn.” “That’s a good thing, right?” The trees ask.
6. Aaah… Fresh, crisp, autumn air. How can you not like that?
7. I don’t know how they do it, but dogs have a way of sneaking into photographs.