March 31, 2004
time is a healer

flowers in curved window, p.c. hooftstraat, amsterdam

she is, she realises wryly, rather like a flower: one that believes its brightness to be dependent on the sun, and then sees, surprised in the falling darkness - desolation unfolding into delight - a colour and a beauty all its own.
her secret fears were unfounded.
her glow, it seems, was not reflected glory after all.

Posted by lynn at 09:41 PM
March 30, 2004
blowing out candles

thijs, pouting

this is a photo of a photo from a slide: dusty, discoloured and precious.
it was taken long ago, in the days when my son and i had only been acquainted for a matter of months but loved each other already with the unwavering certainty of destiny.
it's his birthday today.
i hope life fulfills him as constantly as it has me.

Posted by lynn at 12:01 AM
March 26, 2004
and stuck to all my senses

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"the courage to imagine the otherwise is our greatest resource, adding colour and suspense to all our life."
daniel j. boorstin

i don't have a whole lot to say.
i work the whole weekend and my knee is misbehaving.
yesterday, though, i strolled the length of the albert cuyp market, and absorbed enough brightness to last me well into next week.
(clicking enlarges, if you feel so inclined.)

Posted by lynn at 10:02 PM
March 24, 2004
this moment to arise

blackbird, bus stop, alkmaar

this blackbird is the loudest blackbird in the province of north-holland, perhaps in the entire country. he is my bane and my conscience and my alarmclock all feathered into one.
he sits in the eaves outside my open window and trills me into awareness, he sings me through my shower, and then perches patiently atop a tree, piping, until i flash my pass at the busdriver, and set off to the station.
after that, he flies off - duty done - into the quiet morning, where he can tuck his beak under his wing and sleep: he will need all his wits and energy to warble me awake at the break of tomorrow's dawn.

Posted by lynn at 07:51 PM
March 21, 2004
with the punches

rolls of wallpaper, latei, amsterdam

language can be capricious.
this sign, in latei, with the words "meerdere rollen beschikbaar" translates into english as "several rolls available". but in dutch it also means "several rôles available".
and, reading it, i saw - did you ever doubt the power of my imagination? - a stage, vast, velvet draped sumptuous and scarlet. i saw wardrobe girls, nipping, tucking. i smelled greasepaint and roses. i imagined release, the step into another's skin, if only for a glorious moment: playing the diva today, soprano and sultry, and perhaps, bending to mood, the suffering heroine tomorrow.
and so you see.
this could have become a dramatic tale of great thespian accomplishment, of masks and maquillage, of tossed bouquets and curtain calls.
but it has become - because that single circumflexed "o" took sides - a simple story of wallpaper.

Posted by lynn at 10:01 PM
March 17, 2004
sweet cantata

gloves, set aside, intercity amsterdam-alkmaar

it was a balmy and beautiful day: weather for bare hands, and bare heads.
hallelujah.

*rachel says it perfectly. weather MATTERS here. it's topic of conversation #1 with many.
topic of conversation #2 is the dutch railway system, but PLEASE don't get me started. i left work today at a quarter past five and got home at half past nine.
i am still winding down.

Posted by lynn at 10:03 PM
March 14, 2004
with stories to tell

the poet again, nieuwe leliestraat, amsterdam

i ran into THIS old aquaintance today, in a small street in the jordaan, and thought - looking back on the distress of recent events - how true these three words are.
i met up with a new friend today, and we walked - literally - miles, and shared tea, lunch, conversation. we talked and we listened. we had our bread pinched. we nearly got run down six times.
a first encounter filled with ease and recognition is always a gift.
and, although amsterdam could have been a bit sunnier, the day could not possibly have been any brighter.

Posted by lynn at 09:41 PM
March 10, 2004
truthful fiction at the heart of things

main hall, centraal station, amsterdam

a tentative and fleeting light settles. her silhouette, edged in radiance, is solid in this soaring space.
she admires the intricacy of stone and brick, and watches the clock counting, while she waits. any moment her telephone will tremble; any moment his arms will circle her shoulders, and guide her into the remains of their day.
others, lingering under the same arches, twist impatiently, and pace, but she is motionless, and - in her unconditional certainty - complete.

Posted by lynn at 08:19 PM
March 08, 2004
shining through

blue heart, dam square, amsterdam

"i cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. i rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns."
winston churchill (1874 - 1965) english statesman, author

i quite like the poor browns, to be honest (and jesica, for instance, always sees the beauty in brown); but if this bauble hadn't been bright blue, i probably wouldn't have paused.
this - this being stopped in one's tracks even by minuteness - is the humbling power of hue.

Posted by lynn at 08:17 PM
March 06, 2004
seeing, sawing

the woodcutter, leidsebosje, amsterdam

he is diminutive and diligent, and almost invisible, hidden high in the stately greenness just off leidseplein. each time i catch sight of him, i resist the urge to call out, to caution him: when the branch tumbles, he may tumble too.
this is "the little woodcutter", though, one of amsterdam's secret statues, and he pays no heed to passers-by.
he continues coolly, conscientiously, as the world strolls streetward. some may stop and exclaim at the sight of him; others may overlook his presence completely.
it is of no consequence; there is work - careful work, i hope - to be done.

Posted by lynn at 11:05 PM
March 04, 2004
festooned

street decorations, alkmaar

"look," i said to my husband, "i have this photo of the langestraat, with the city hall tower in the background, and i want to write something like 'i live in a cheese town. and it is very proud to be a cheese town, as you can see.'"
"what's cheese got to do with that picture then?" he asked.
"well, it's got to do with that big wheel of cheese in the street decorations," i responded. sigh.
he looked very doubtful. "but they won't notice that."
"they will, too. they're observant people. they'll see the connection".
so:
i live in a cheese town. and it is very proud to be a cheese town, as you can see.
*
yeah.
i TOLD him so.

Posted by lynn at 03:25 PM
March 02, 2004
goes without saying

thumbtacks and doorbells, marnixstraat, amsterdam

he should know, because he knows her well, that she, receiving no reply, finding no one home, will circle the block endlessly, will ring, will knock, will call upward, again and again, watching the darkened windows for the slightest movement.
he should know, because he knows her well, that she is tender in her tenaciousness.
silence answers no questions.
and she has a patient and persistent soul.

Posted by lynn at 11:55 AM