Weirdest journey


I would see a new city in Holland this Saturday, I decided. It was a very misty day. Now I have this desperate need to share some thoughts, but don’t feel obliged to read it. I’d probably PASS if I were you.There’s a reason media avoids suicides. Someone jumped in front of the train where I was sitting on the way back to Amsterdam. It was pitch dark, between two stations. Police and railroad workers searched the mud around the train with flashlights. Looking for what? Who was it? Why? How long had the person been standing by the rails, considering his (probably a man – statistics – but who knows) decision? What went through his head? How many trains passed by before the hit?
I had quite a lot of time to reflect on such things while I waited for another train to take me away from the scene.

Hanging dolls

Hanging dolls

Creepy decorations must be an Italian thing

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Also I found the daily quote from WP quite inspirational today. I don’t know if we all get the same, but anyhows:

 Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer. BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Colourless Dancers

I really love colours. And light. If I have a style, and if it has characteristics – it can probably be described as colourful. Black and white photos obviously have other qualities that I wish to explore and think about myself, now, before someone puts in it a PowerPoint and explains it all 🙂

I loved this picture in colours. I’m now trying to figure out if I love it more without them, or if it’s just different.