I looked up and there he was, running back towards us ...
Something about this makes me smile, makes me want to seek out the perfect words to go with it but perhaps there are no words. Perhaps there is just this.

I looked up and there he was, running back towards us ...
Something about this makes me smile, makes me want to seek out the perfect words to go with it but perhaps there are no words. Perhaps there is just this.

Chi trova un amico trova un tesoro.
Usually, when I head out to a photo-shoot, it's a new location, new people, new light.
Most times, nothing is known or certain ... it's a new beginning.
I don't use lights, I demand nothing from people. I don't have a routine.
Each person, each family, each event is like an individual fingerprint and so I can't ask for the same thing.
I want them to be as they are, wear what they love, and I like it if they can take me to their favourite place.
Sometimes I check in to see if this way of working scares me. But it doesn't. It seems to be the thing I love doing best, that attempt to capture people as they are.
And anyway, I get to meet people like Steven and Isabel and that ... that is treasure, to be sure.
Translation: He who finds a friend, finds a treasure.

I'm a minimalist when it comes to photo-editing however this series require nothing.
They are as they are. He is as he is.

I photographed a first communion celebration yesterday, out on Flanders Fields and I'm delighted with what I captured. I blame the family. They're entirely inspirational.
When I photograph any kind of family event, my objective is to tell the story of the people involved, to capture them as they are, interacting, loving, simply being themselves.
This is Steven, one of the nicest Belgian's I know. And he has a most beautiful family.
Last night, as I downloaded and viewed the images captured from a day where his son's milestone was celebrated, my soul sang. It was a good day.
We shopped for our monthly supplies, Colruyt and Makro. Later, we slipped away to our favourite secondhand shop by the airport and voila, found the beautiful orange bicycle for Miss 'Almost' 9 ... it has flowers. It is a little early, as her birthday is actually 4th of July but it was meant for her. We're sure.
Then I slept.
Last night I was out with Lucy and Ruth, there was some red wine involved, much laughter and many conversations. And then, cycling home after midnight, I learned that using my phone while riding a bike is to be avoided. Only my finger was hurting this morning. I was lucky.
Tomorrow I'm off to the Westhoek, really really early, to photograph a special moment in the lives of one of my favourite Belgian families. I love this kind of photo-shoot, the kind that involves extended family. I love attempting to capture not just the day but the emotions and connections too.
Let's see how it goes. Meanwhile, there was this poppy in Piedmont and I was there photographing it, just a few days ago.

One of the things that really struck me about Diana and Micha's B&B were the details ... exquisite details.
I felt concentrated, like a kid playing in mud, using flowers and twigs for decoration. I had light and colour. I was that lost during those moments when I played with my camera ... lost in the light, and the details.
This is an odd photograph and yet I think I like it. The light struck me but perhaps I saw the mosaic first. I don't remember but it's like this. You can spend hours in each room, outside, and in doorways, just noticing the details, one by one.
