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bonom bones

bones marching

telling again a new tale

of extinction

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this is post 4 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

Inspired by Derek Blyth’s great book and website “The 500 Hidden Secrets of Brussels”

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beers and bicycle

belgian beer bottles

the bicycle, leaning, waiting

and, the baby?

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this is post 3 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

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the choice

the drum beating

the cross leaning

the cycle waiting

a choice approaching…

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this is post 2 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

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rue emile bouillot

i have decided to “kick start” my new belgianstreets project by joining NaBloPoMo

inspired by The Daily Post at WordPress

this is post 1 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

which means a post every day for the next 30 days…

the images below were grabbed with my iPhone during a walk through the city

watch this space inspired by The Daily Post at WordPress

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rain

“Just rain down over me
Just let it rain down”

Lyrics from “I Wish It Would Rain Down”, Phil Collins

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon

“One day she’s still, the next she swells
You can hear the universe in her sea shells”

Lyrics from “No line on the horizon”, U2

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This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

“Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.”

― Hermann Hesse

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This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.

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visages dans la pluie

“Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange”

Lyrics from “People are strange”, The Doors

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place jourdan

home from home

echoes of the green markets of belgradestreets

food for the soul

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dijlepad

 006“Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to
learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this
water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many
other things, many secrets, all secrets.”

From “Siddhartha” Herman Hesse