Storm
There is something refreshing about a powerful autumn storm rolling in from the sea. Clouds race each other across the blue and gray sky. The rain arrives first, in long waves that whip along the shore and sweep sideways through the streets. Trees bend, and flagpoles and ship masts join in with a concert of clanging and humming sounds. Umbrellas do not stand…
A Bowl of Warmth
A cold but sunny autumn day comes to its end. The blue hour settles in, and darkness creeps over the city. The houses and shops of the inner city light up one by one. People hurry through the streets, picking up groceries, doing some shopping, and meeting for dinner after a day of work. Endless options and offers…
Fall munchies
A beautiful, enchanting summer comes to its end. After so many warm and even hot summer days, it begins its retreat. Endless beach days and beautiful memories in light clothes. Pure weightlessness. A little melancholy, a little longing for one last hurrah, but the transformation of the seasons knows no mercy. A brief mourning gives way…
The Broken House
This story started as a small walk that turned into a long hike through the wilderness. Somewhere between the dunes and the fox trails in Meijendel, I found myself thinking less about what had ended and more about the adventurous nature around me and the ground under my feet. The poem came after, once I understood the hike wasn't really about leaving someone. It was about the hard work of coming home to yourself, one uncertain step at a time.
Coalesce. Between beaches.
I arrived in the late afternoon, when the light over the water goes honey-coloured and the Parte Vieja, the old town, begins to wake up properly. The narrow streets between the cathedral and the port slowly start to come alive…
Harbor & Horizon
A beautiful summer day, not too warm, not too cold, the perfect summer bliss. Sunshine, temperatures around 24 degrees, and a slight breeze cooling the house and the body. A day full of work, the mind..
The Land of Mega Pumps
The most beautiful thing in the morning is to wake up, rested but still sleepy, the sun peeking through the curtains and a fresh breeze going through the house, when the thought of a freshly brewed coffee hits you. On weekends preferably in bed, home brewed…
¡Pura vida!
La Fortuna, Costa Rica. A beautiful morning, the sun is already shining warm on the main square, the Volcán Arenal in the distant towering impressively over the area. Clouds moving through covering it…
Morning delight
Zuiderstrand, Den Haag. Early in the morning the sun slowly creeps up behind the dunes, filling the whole beach with a tender morning yellow. The North Sea waves..-