Gert just wished me a happy 5th wedding anniversary ... we had forgotten again.
But yes, here we are, five years after the wedding I wrote the story of over here.
Het Internationaal Schutterstornooi, Belgium
Het Internationaal Schutterstornooi op de historische Grote Markt.
These guys were beautiful. They weren’t acting, they were just out there, in their archery and shooting guilds, competing.
Het Internationaal Schutterstornooi, Antwerpen
And then I just had to photograph this man ...
I hope I have given it the right title. I can’t find anything in English, and these are new words in Nederlands, for me anyway.
Ancient Gunman, Het Internationaal Schutterstornooi
It may be, that I didn’t take Jurjana’s warning ... ‘It will be loud’, seriously until I almost lost my hearing.
Then, wanting this shot, I risked further hearing loss when they reloaded but I got this and I kind of like it ...
The View from Antwerp Town Hall ...
On a good day, with a telephoto lens, this is the view from Antwerp’s town hall ... a beautiful ancient building here in the city of Antwerpen.
They say that it is clear that it was built by a city at the height of its power and wealth. It was finished in 1564 by architect Cornelis Floris de Vriendt and the interior decoration dates mostly from the 19th century, or so I am told. It was a good day.
The house is a metaphor for the self ...
The house is a metaphor for the self, of course, but it is also totally real. And a foreign house exaggerates all the associations houses carry.
Frances Mayes, extracted from Under the Tuscan Sun.
I love the words I find written in Frances Mayes book, Under the Tuscan Sun. I’ve been carrying this book with me, wherever I move, since before moving to Te Anau, New Zealand, and that was way back before 1999.
The book is so veryvery different to the movie. My idea is that the book is for writers and dreamers, while the movie is a straight out chick flick ... humble opionion, of course.
