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HERE I AM
six years old in the light blue dress with the little black velvet bows my mother made for me. The occasion: my first communion. I loved that dress for it had a full circle skirt and since I had seen my first ballet movies like Giselle and The Red Shoes, it was my favourite for turning round and round.
My mother evidently took this photo. You see my father, my brothers and me. I have a little flower in my hand. Was I not always picking flowers? That’s what my parents told me.
We too will fall down
And hope our thoughts and pictures
Fall in fertile soil
between the trees I see when I walk in Ockenburgh and I try to catch it. Why do I think there is magic in this light? We see it when the soft mist tarries between the trees and the sunlight becomes starker.
BEAUTY THE PONY
We found him in a field on our afternoon walk. It took quite a while before he came walking slowly towards us.
Bright light turns into
Soft light and from there we see
It silently dim
by Marjolein Juray, an artist I met in a philosophy class. We became friends and I bought this wonderful painting. In 2001 she died quite suddenly. Her spirit is still around us in her paintings.
GLÜCK, DAS MIR VERLIEB
SO MUSS ALLEIN ICH BLEIBEN
The mask was made by Luigi Oreffice, a wonderful friend whom we visited every time we stayed in Venice. He had send it to me, because he understood so well my fascination with the figure of Pinocchio.
THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST
THE ROBBER SYMPHONY
THE JAPANESE MARIONETTE
There had been an exhibition in a gallery with marionettes, all so beautiful in amazing velvet colours. At the time I loved purple, so I picked that one. The splendor of the colour since long gone.
LIBIAMO NE’LIETI CALICI
WHEN MY FATHER MET MY MOTHER
he send her a postcard with the portrait of Lilian Harvey. My father kept saying to us children (we were four) that my mother looked a film star herself. And we all beamed and believed him.
THE DAUGHTER OF A BOOKSELLER
My father started a second-hand bookshop after the War. An ardent book lover myself, I joined his business when I turned 18. I had to close the shop in 2003. Forty years of books.
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
“I know you are a friend,” the little voice went on: “a dear friend, and an old friend. And you won’t hurt me, though I am an insect.”
BELLE NUIT, Ô NUIT D’AMOUR
IN THE PRIMEVAL FOREST
In the afternoon we drove to the Reinhardswald and in the primeval forest we walked between very high pine trees, between coloured trees and some very strange shapes of trees and stumps.
Am I not afraid?
Perhaps I thought this was not
A dog at all
Gasthaus zur Alten Eiche
DEIN IST MEIN GANZES HERZ
ONE PHOTO A DAY
Blipfoto changed my life. I look different at the world around me, the big things, the little things. People, animals, the sky, the landscapes, whatever I see, wherever I look. Perhaps even different at myself.
the summer weather and walk to the Hyacintenbos. There is a space, an open space with magic in it. We discover a miniature world of insects, lovely coloured flowers and birds singing.
WALTZ OF THE FLOWERS
Fennel, thyme, and rose
Grasses green, honeysuckle
Lavender and on and on
IM SCHÖNSTEN WIESENGRUNDE
When I awoke this morning I heard the rain. I wanted to stop it. But it didn’t, only when it was a soft rain I went outside. The rain turned into light snow later in the day.
PART OF THE EISENBAHNERHEIM
is this little house, deserted now of people, of the horses too and in some time the leaves from the big surrounded trees will cover it. See it in autumn and our romantic hearts hear the violins almost play to accompany our dear sentiments.
DAAR BIJ DE WATERKANT
ALONG THE POND
where I was, almost in the rain, hiding under a tree, taking some photographs of the heron and other creatures, it was the Angelica that suddenly came in focus.
LA BELLE HÉLÈNE
Fuorcla Val Sassa (2857m)
ABA HEIDSCHI, BUMBEIDSCHI
a sensitive person, as a child I was often called hypersensitive, as I remember this well. That’s why I am amazed, thrilled and fascinated by the magical images I see.
BLIPFOTO NR. 3485
21 June 2020
ICH TANZE MIT DIR
I love my feathers
But when I loose one I do
Not care I have many