April 29, 2003
fools give you reasons

blue door

"knock knock"
"who's there?"
"sam and janet"
"sam and janet who?"
"sam and janet evening"*
well: enchanted would be a mild exaggeration, but after walking, taking pictures, admiring the new exhibitions in the FOAM, and walking some more, it was very pleasant indeed to catch our breath in a colourful little restaurant on the van baerlestraat. we ate and drank well; we made fine conversation. i decided, on this queensday-eve, that comfortable familiarity is entrancing enough.
*it took a long hike through google to find just one knock-knock joke that even inspired a wry smile. this was it.

Posted by lynn at 10:33 PM
April 25, 2003
marmalade

light, shadow, frederik park house

it's a long climb. the stairway winds heavenward into foreverness. there is no end in sight.
down below, when she began, she leaped and bounded. she realized that she was ascending, but was more aware of the height attained than of the steps surmounted.
lately, she has begun to relish every degree of the journey, resting thankfully on each landing and savouring the shadows* and the light. she looks downward and appreciates her achievements; she gazes upward and, optimistic, anticipates the challenges to come.
*photo friday

Posted by lynn at 09:27 PM
April 24, 2003
one single step

lonesome insole

perhaps someone suddenly realized that their specially-purchased-by-post-order-acupressure-insoles weren't doing what they had promised, and decided to ditch them then and there...but why, then, just one? perhaps someone mistakenly assumed that this extra support would stick around, even in sandals...but wouldn't they have noticed its escape? perhaps someone dropped their saturday shopping bag, and completely overlooked this one item during the rescue operation. whatever the case, this single footprint on the quay in hoorn was the first step* in a stroll of whimsical conjecture.
*theme thursday

Posted by lynn at 11:57 PM
quick law

caught in the act

in amsterdam stealing boats, just like stealing bikes, is legal if - and only if - your own bike and/or boat has been stolen. in this case (after ascertaining that your bike/boat has been taken), the correct procedure is:
-blame god for letting your bike/boat get stolen ("godverdomme mijn fiets/boot is gestolen")
-remove the lock from another bike/boat.
-get the hell away, before the rightful owner catches you, or you get photographed.

this gentleman failed the last beautifully.

Posted by stephen at 02:32 PM
April 23, 2003
the usual, please

from the beiaard

very satisfactory indeed: a balmy afternoon, a few hours with nothing on the agenda, a table looking out onto one of the liveliest corners in amsterdam - and a waitress with a good memory. the sidewalk part of the café is crowded, trams and bicycles fly by, and our order appears on our table without us having said a word. magic.

Posted by lynn at 09:22 AM
April 21, 2003
el no es un amigo

twenty-seven

he is not a friend, he says: he is an acquaintance.
whatever he is, today is his birthday, and i wish him - unconditionally - a life blessed with love, fulfillment and perfect happiness.
that's what acquaintances are for.

Posted by lynn at 12:07 AM
April 20, 2003
should i?

don't worry

while visiting the "shine" exposition in the rotterdam museum "boijmans van beuningen" one is put at ease about the quality of work upon entering the building.

Posted by stephen at 03:51 PM
April 19, 2003
and sore surprised

japanese cherry, duivendrecht

spring never ceases to amaze. i'm convinced that a thousand trees shivered into blossom overnight.

and..
lalaland: morning platform, alkmaar-noord.

Posted by lynn at 09:53 PM
April 18, 2003
sunny side up

ijmuiden-newcastle

i can't resist an english breakfast. so, even though the ferry had tossed and tumbled through the north sea all night, feeling for all the world like a tiny rowboat at the mercy of angry elements, i prodded the husband awake at first light and we braced our way to the dining deck. we had the whole place to ourselves, with on one side endless beans and eggs and crispy toast, and on the other, endless water*, now complacent and congenial.
*photo friday

Posted by lynn at 07:53 PM
April 17, 2003
green green grass of home

horizontal hyacinths

for ten years, until she died at christmas, our rabbit roamed our tiny garden during the hours that we were there to see that she came to no harm. never one to limit herself to the grass handkerchief we call a lawn, she would hop happily around the shrubbery and help herself to anything with vertical ambitions. delphiniums - my Great Gardening Dream - never reached half a meter: chomp! she regarded our pot of herbs as a personal feast, and jumped, making herself supremely comfortable among the rosemary and the bay: chomp! and each and every bulb that reached for the sky was nipped in the proverbial bud: chomp!
(rabbits have very efficient teeth.)
my flowers were more horizontal and lifeless than they were flourishing, but she was a very happy bunny. fine by me.
but now she's gone, alas. everything blooms brilliantly. but in the patch above the spot that we laid her to rest - unlikely but true - the hyancinths have chosen to recline.
in fond memory?
i hope so.

Posted by lynn at 08:57 PM
April 14, 2003
hero

intercity

"hey," he says gently. his tone is solicitous..."i don't know which station is yours..."
she starts awake.
"where are we then?" she blinks, mildly panicked. the train has stopped. somewhere.
"alkmaar."
this is becoming a regular occurrence. just weeks ago, after a particularly satisfactory evening out, she awoke to the sight of lights and signs and landscapes that looked frighteningly unfamiliar, and ended up shivering on an equally unfamiliar december platform, waiting to backtrack to where she should have ended up in the first place.
"and i even set the alarm on my mobile!" she exclaims.
he smiles: "never works for me either.." thank heavens for people who consider.
she gathers herself up and flings her scarf over her shoulder.
if she runs, she can still catch her bus.

Posted by lynn at 11:44 PM
April 13, 2003
flight whatever from seoul

seventeen

it's her birthday today. nearly seventeen years ago she arrived at schiphol airport, and was placed lovingly into the arms of two people who had hoped, and dreamed, and anticipated. her life has been, happily, a life like any other. through the ups, the downs, the celebrations, the disappointments, i have watched her grow, and flourish, and become. she is a child of crossed frontiers. she has a good mother. she will do, and succeed at, whatever she sets her mind to: of that i have no doubt.

Posted by lynn at 09:28 PM
une petite réunion

above the spuistraat

high season in holland has begun. the bulbs are blooming, and in amsterdam the streets are full of visitors draped in roughguides and camera’s, “oooh”-ing and “aaaah”-ing in the universal language of the impressed and the enchanted.
my friend isabel, here in the netherlands to give a couple of university lectures, allowed me to lead her around all my favourite locations, and “ooh”-ed and “aaah”-ed with the rest.
over coffee in the beiaard, over dry white wine in café de jaren, over a super meal in vooges, we told each other stories of the last twelve years that had not made their way into letters and e-mails. and between the pauses for nourishment, we rode the opstapper along the prinsengracht and walked, and walked, and walked, absorbing the beauty of an amazing city on a spring afternoon.

Posted by lynn at 03:53 PM
April 12, 2003
crouching, hidden..

brave and true

i was born in the year of the tiger:
("brave and courageous, the tiger is ready for any challenge. nothing can tame their adventurous & rebellious spirit. a supreme optimist, they pursue their goals with fierce intensity. tigers are admired for their vibrant and playful personality.")
when i reached the last milestone birthday, i felt the need to do something that i had always wanted to do but had never dared, so i had this - my - chinese sign tattooed above my heart.
("the tiger is one of the most revered chinese birth signs. associated with power, courage and pure will, tigers are rebels with a cause. they are colourful and unpredictable, with boundless energy and a love of life which stimulates them and affects all those they come into contact with.")
it is invisible to most human eyes, happily, because my skin* is mature and reclusive and because it was, from the first, a private challenge.
("most of all tigers are romantic, passionate and playful, who love life and want to live it the fullest.")
it was a modest and personal statement: no regrets. regrets, at my age, at any age, are a total waste of time.
*photo friday

Posted by lynn at 08:46 PM
saturday night fever

stayin' alive/frederik park house

the chill is retreating. smiles, open jackets, loosened scarves: delight reflects in faces, optimism refracts and settles on the strolling and the sipping. spring, true spring: is it here to stay?

Posted by lynn at 06:34 PM
unseaworthy

boat, neglected

she tells her tale. it is a bitter tale of unbearable sweetness. it seems, at first, another in the parade of irresistible and lovingly collected anecdotes that comprise the life she shares with others. she steers through the story, choosing her words with care, and punctuating her story with exclamation points of gentle and righteous indignation.
she tells her tale, glossing over the pain that few would understand anyway, and defending, unbending, the erring.
she tells her tale like sails unfurling in the faltering light, so that no one will sense the floundering, so that no one will realize how close to capsizing she sometimes comes.

Posted by lynn at 12:01 AM
April 06, 2003
serene and bright

sun

the onset of spring* means the start of sunday shopping at the garden centres. carloads of optimistic souls make their way through the polders to shuffle among the flowers and the greenery and the ornaments, admiring, considering, swaying. arms and baskets are filled with colour. the scents of jasmine and rosemary entice. life in the backyard may be just days away.
and if the real warmth takes its time in arriving: for just under fifty euros, sunshine – albeit rather monochromatic – can be settled into a shopping cart and displayed wistfully on a waiting garden wall.
*photo friday..

Posted by lynn at 09:03 PM
April 04, 2003
under the weather

yellow boat, hoorn


"if you rest, you rust", someone wise once said, and normally i would whole-heartedly agree. but this on-again-off-again spring is draining me of energy, and i have a hunch that a totally idle weekend might restore rather than corrode.

Posted by lynn at 07:19 PM
April 02, 2003
as clear as glass

singel 46

what the sign has to do with what's behind the façade, i have no idea: the organization located within devotes itself to obtaining things gratuitously. what the nature of the greenery is, why the proffering hand is beringed, what its fineness and frivolity actually suggests, is a mystery, but evidence once again that beauty can be a mere glance away from straight ahead. and it's free. maybe that's the gist.

Posted by lynn at 06:47 PM
April 01, 2003
clambering heavenward

crane and vapours

we could all attain the top if we could only recognize which particular ladder we were meant to climb.
and we could all plant flags on personal peaks, if we only knew which particular mountains were ours to master.

Posted by lynn at 09:25 AM