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Antwerp in Polaroids

Walking the long road home. Drifting the ever changing streets where the soul remains. Wandering around years of memories. In Antwerp.  ...

Wednesday Wanderings (13)

One morning after waking up (that takes some time you know), I felt something had changed. The sun was out, the light was different and the air was suddenly softer. I moved pillows around on our kitchen floor so my dogs, and especially Ravasz the...

Wednesday Wanderings (12)

I can't move. An extremely tired dog is sleeping on my feet. And interrupting that would be a crime against cuteness.  I sit on my bed with my computer on my lap, looking back on a few incredible busy (but offline) days and working on...

Wednesday Wanderings (11)

Last week was a bit of a quiet week without much wandering around in the woods. Instead, I did everything to not get sick like Joeri (at least one person has to keep things going, right? ;-) ) and we had to keep our heads...

Wednesday Wanderings (10)

It's this strange and tricky weather where, from inside, you get the feeling that there is a hint of spring weather in the air. The sun is shining, happy birds fly around the feeders, and the light,...

Wednesday Wanderings (08)

I'll admit, I am obsessed with ice and its textures, so I just post all the photographs I took at this little waterfall :-)  -- don't say I didn't warn you! You can also follow me...

Wednesday Wanderings (07)

After weeks without sunlight, our black and white world was suddenly an attractive explosion of the most beautiful colors. Hellow blues and oranges and hints of pink! We made some raisin bread sandwiches (delicious bread by Brödladan, the best bakery in our area- and they are...

Wednesday Wanderings (06)

What comes first, the weather or your mood? Or is it the mood that decides your interpretation of the light? Most days, foggy and dark weather makes me happy but in a very calm way. The last few days however I feel like it's time for...

Inside my sketchbook

We don't meet as often as I would like, the sketchbook and I. The cold winter days are short and dark and I'm struggling to fit everything that I want to do in the few hours of light. And it's too cold to paint or...

Wednesday Wanderings (05)

Snow and more snow, gently smothering all sounds, covering all the colors. What remains is an almost black an white world. Until, perhaps, the sun comes out. Surrounded by more snow than we can grasp, we escape to the lake. White and frozen. The snow crunches under our boots and except our own...