“They will not control us,
We will be victorious”
triumph inside
Razorwire.
They lock me in.
They are the men with bulldozers and hammers.
They are my memories.
Of words said. Words unsaid. Words never acted on. Doors left unopened.
I can recognise, accept.
I can survive.
If I choose.
(Hooghuis, Doel)
NaBloPoMo 28 of 30 – photography101:20
Sometimes the answer is right in front of us.
All day*, trying to think of another double photo.
And (t)here, on the wall, at work.
Ping(back)! I found it.
Good night fellow #photo101 classmates!
* Whilst working very hard, obviously.
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.
“How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
(MAS | Museum aan de Stroom, Antwerpen)
My morning drive to work, grinding through slow moving traffic, frequent periods at a complete standstill.
I have another post in mind that I will share this evening.
For now, welcome to the static world of the R0 outside Brussel.
Shot through the window glass of my car.
Glass.
Mirror.
Life. Reflected.
Have a great day!
NaBloPoMo 25 of 30 – photography101:17
transitory treasure
Treasure is transitory, illusory.
One person’s treasure is another person’s junk.
What was once treasured now gathers dust on the shelf, in the attic, basement, on the table at the flea market.
The real treasure is what we hold inside us.
The feelings we have, for people, places, times.
The memories and hopes that can never turn to dust.
Treasure.
(Canal side flea market, Brugge)
NaBloPoMo 24 of 30 – photography101:16
“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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