Amstelveen — This is what my brothers window showed him, this morning when I listenend to the winds. We don’t get Wizard of Oz typhoons in this sandgrain on the blue marble, you see. I was so relieved to learn of ...
First picnick of the year and making efforts to sketch more!
Kneuteren op de bank
Sequence matters
Dont't take my nephew!
Wind rustles the leaves, still greeen. It comes roaring, tugging at branches, leaves, shoving people on bikes and in cars. I watch from inside - warm and sheltered, yet restless.
I type while the birch tree stands naked. Outside a storm shouts: autumn! Scurry and prepare for winter! I listen.