September 27, 2004
the sunny side

penguinandcloud, durgerdam

"it's practically impossible to look at a penguin and feel angry."
-joe moore

everyone has a disgruntled day now and then.
if today is one of yours, then this is for you.

Posted by lynn at 09:51 PM
September 23, 2004
a soul's age

garden glovesand faded glory, biezemortel

under his intuitive hands she flourished, and under his earthly attentions she thrived, aware, even as she tended heavenward, that her grace was fleeting and her loveliness ephemeral.
unfolding, flowering, wilting, waning: this is nature’s way, and, sometimes, it seems – sadly but simply – the way of the world.

Posted by lynn at 07:44 PM
September 20, 2004
the heart of the country

reflected shed, ransdorp

my husband is very dear to me, and i assume that i am just as dear to him.
if i weren't, he probably wouldn't sacrifice half a clear crisp sunday - like yesterday - to drive poor license-less me somewhere photogenic , and then precede me patiently while i wander, distracted and delighted by all manner of reflections..

blue table and bench, durgerdam

and still lives...

two gables, broek in waterland

and gables.....

leaf and spiderweb, broek in waterland

little miracles of nature...

from the uitdammerdijk

and endless and glorious views.
i count my blessings constantly.

Posted by lynn at 01:34 PM
September 17, 2004
some days are diamonds

september noontime, haarlemmerstraat, amsterdam

at the bus stop, my early-morning conversation with myself sends wisps of whiteness into the dawn. the air is cardigan-cold the whole day through, and the sun is distant but determined.
i am content.
i love the fall.

Posted by lynn at 10:44 AM
September 12, 2004
places that i hide

dahlia, biezemortel

she lifts her spectacles slightly.
"it's the sun," she says, feeling foolish: "it's the sun, y'know, and the wind. this always happens."
she stumbles a smile, and fumbles for some softness to smoothe the unbidden bits of sadness out of sight.
her companion, aware of her true story, nods, and they sip, under the espaliered
lindens, in the brightness, and the breeze.

Posted by lynn at 09:09 PM
September 07, 2004
open to the day

colouredwindow, biezemortel

think-of-dahlias, biezemortel

fabric art, biezemortel

“art is the window to man's soul. without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within."
- claudia johnson

sometimes a birthday party's musical chairs can lead to somewhere unexpected: the one we attended on saturday ended up in the tiny town of biezemortel, savouring a sneak preview of "de kunst van het onvolmaakte" ("the art of the imperfect"), an event which begins tomorrow and will hopefully delight many many visitors between then and the 19th of september.
even in rehearsal mode, it was alive with colour and character and a quirky kind of humour; the festival itself - visual and performing arts, nature, food, drink, and please-don't- forget-the-dahlias - should be even better.
i love eccentricity. returning might be hard to resist.

Posted by lynn at 08:39 PM
September 03, 2004
let the sun shine

courtyard balcony, amsterdam

smiles and thankyous to everyone for the birthday congratulations, both here and in my inbox (and to tomo for her glorious virtual bouquet!).
may i wish you all - and especially gimmy and john, who are getting married! - a happy weekend?


Posted by lynn at 10:18 AM
September 01, 2004
what's another year?

garlanded bike, de ruyterkade, amsterdam

it's my birthday.
again.
already.

time just rolls on by.

Posted by lynn at 12:12 PM