There I was on the beach, no clue about anything else going on ...
That space where the magic happens ... (And Happiness Is).
The light was extraordinary, late afternoon, Holland.
I wanted to take something of the sea with me and played a while, at the edge of an incoming tide. This pleased me. Surprised and pleased me.
Beach Huts ...
The beach huts, they intrigue, horrify, and amuse me ...
For me, a child of New Zealand, the beach is about Nature, with a capital N. It's not about about shelter and masses of 'stuff'. It's not about windbreaks, umbrellas, or cafes.
But there I was, down on the beach in Holland today, delighted by the light and the colour, horrified by the 'civilised' nature of the beach ... but. at the same time, enjoying a glass of red wine or two at those cafes located every few hundred metres along the sand.
There was live music too ...
The Bird, Zeeland
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree.
Then a taller tree. Then the sky.
That’s how you’ll end up … If you let yourself love a wild thing.
You’ll end up looking at the sky.
Truman Capote.
We were over in Holland today, in Zeeland, on a couple of their emptier beaches.
I love photographing birds in flight. And so I did.
A Father with his Son
The sun was going down ... the light was exquisite.
More That Makes Me Happy...
Kathleen put out the challenge and here I am, still blogging those things that make me happy ...
This is our dining room/lounge area - taken a few moments ago. There's a lot of happy here.
I love the colours Gert painted it, partially inspired by Monet's kitchen in France. We loved the yellow there. Then you can see Amedeo's painting resting between my two photographs taken in Istanbul. I adore that painting because it was gift from Amedeo, because he's hugely talented and because he painted me a photography shop there in the city of Genova.
Most of the furniture you see in the photograph is secondhand. Gert and I are divorce orphans. Our divorces pretty much took everything we had accrued over our 12 and 14 years of marriage and voila, later, when we met each other, we had to begin again.
Children, stay married, or get pre-nups because divorce can be a vicious beast if you end up on the wrong side.
Anyway, I love the oak table pictured, found for 70 euro at our favourite secondhand shop here in the city. I introduced Gert to secondhand treasures and he quickly succumbed to its curious charm. The chairs were 65 euro for the lot and the red couch in the background ... it was something very reasonable that I fell for too, writes this woman who is easily made happy with treasure found secondhand.
Oh! And, there on the big wooden cabinet, are flowers by Dieter. We really like Dieter because he's a lovely man and makes the best flowers arrangements. I changed this one a little because I was rushing but, truly, his arrangements are beautiful artworks.
