“…said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me”
― haruki murakami, blind willow, sleeping woman
empty
he waited
and, as always, the cold came
she didn’t
(bench, leopoldpark, brussel)
*shot with nikon d700, processed in aperture 3 and analog efex pro 2, wet plate filter, oh and I defocused the camera and breathed on the lens*
“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.”
― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
So, unfinished business.
It’s time.
(EU Parliament, Elsene)
*Shot with iPhone 5 and edited with mobile Snapseed app. Image reflected in marble, or was it…*
What if.
The hand that rocked your cradle.
That held your hand.
Was wrong.
(Leopoldpark, Brussel)
“…but I’m lost, crushed, cold and confused
with no guiding light left inside…”
– Muse, Guiding Light
Cold December morning.
Traffic grinding toward oblivion.
Yet.
There is.
Light.
(R0, Zaventem)
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
(EU Parliament, Elsene, Brussel)
NaBloPoMo 30 of 30
In this case, X does not mark the spot.
A little asymmetric double.
In the tunnel.
No wing mirrors.
NaBloPoMo 27 of 30 – photography101:19
Something about Christmas preparations sets my nerves on edge.
Trees ripped from the forest.
Forced jollity.
Pretence.
Poverty amid abundance.
So, with apologies for the downbeat tone.
An edgy angle on Christmas preparations in Grote Markt, Brussel.
One of the challenges faced by anyone in arriving in a new country is getting to grips with the local customs, the language.
In Belgium, that challenge magnified as there are two languages to learn, Français and Nederlands.
Nederlands is then spiced up a bit with various regional differences and some carefully inserted words designed to make sure it stands out from the language spoken by the inhabitants of that country to the North.
Despite my weekly lessons, I am essentially clueless.
However, I have benefited from a very clever public awareness scheme seemingly designed to help those new to the country get to grips with the most important words.
A scheme operated by governments at every level across the region.
Those words?
– omleiden
– omlegging
– onderbroken
But the really clever part is that the bright orange awareness raising posters signs, that are used to reinforce these crucial words, also guide the visitor to new and undiscovered places, some never to be visited again.
It really is a very clever initiative.
A little diversion from the rigour of #photo101
“People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone”
– People are strange, The Doors
(Centraal Station, Brussel)
Sometimes things just happen.
This is a very rough and ready clip.
These people appeared in the street and came straight at me.
So I lifted my camera and just fired away as they walked around me.
I just had to share!
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