Thrown away recently
Strangely, the best pictures I take seem to be guided by chance. It happened with this one and this one, and last Tuesday it happened again. I’m having a week off right now. A week, to just relax and do … Continue reading
The first walk I took in the German village of Rurberg was a very slow one. This was due to two circumstances: each house looked peculiar (to me; where I come from latticed houses, houses made of wood and unruly … Continue reading
This picture has served as the wallpaper on my office laptop for some months last year (replacing the one from the big bolt story). Many colleagues wondered what the heck it portrayed, including a colleague who lives 500 yards from … Continue reading
High school learned us to rely on knowledge so much we sometimes forgot to use our common sense. Our maths teacher’s way of dealing with this was to relate the story of the big bolts.
This is one of the first pictures I took after I learned to fart consciously. I’d better explain this… I’m not talking about the thing with the rear end. I nailed that pretty early in life, thank you very much.
A decoy for enjoying art This is the first piece of art I remember enjoying. Several times a year my parents visited the Big City to buy things they couldn’t in their own town. Once or twice a year they … Continue reading