You must have guessed by now that I spent the afternoon in Leeuwarden.
The dominating sight of Leeuwarden is the tower that Bonnema built. Bonnema designed more than just this tower but it’s an impressive one, this one. At some point slabs of concrete fell down from the topfloor but we’re not counting that as anything but an accident.
I am sure the Buddha knows that every state is the special state. Bliss, misery, eating a pineapple with the juice dripping down your shirt, in love, afraid, angry, happy, sad.
A painting a day keeps the doctor away. Or Doc Martin away. Maybe.
Un cielo nuvoloso drammatico.
It’s eight thirty and I am standing on the balcony. This is what I see.
The sleepy bridge is the literal translation of Slaperstil. It has been a while since I last uploaded a picture of Slaperstil. But here is another one now.
On a misty morning, early, the horses were galloping in the field. Triggering each other they went from one side of the field to the other.
Magnús was the goldfish of my ex-girlfriend, Anna. One day Mysterious Magnús disappeared from his fishbowl and was never seen again. The room was still closed, there were no open windows and he didn’t turn up when Anna looked behind cupboards and other furniture. I sometimes walk past the house where it happened and I never forget the story of Magnús.
Leegkerk as opposed to Hoogkerk, literally Highchurch, is another form of Laagkerk, or Lowchurch. Well, Broadchurch it’s not because there was no way I could get the sugarfactory in the background out of the picture from this point of view.