A Walk to Remember

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 Click on a photograph to see a memory, read a story or hear a song

SICILIANO

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.

LIPPEN SCHWEIGEN

OUR VW

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.

DUNKELROTE ROSEN

HAIKU

We too will fall down
And hope our thoughts and pictures
Fall in fertile soil

MAGICAL LIGHT

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.

COPPÉLIA

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.

HAIKU

Bright light turns into
Soft light and from there we see
It silently dim

A PAINTING

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

PINOCCHIO

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.

HAIKU

Am I not afraid?
Perhaps I thought this was not
A dog at all

DAUSENAU

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.

WE EMBRACE

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.