Frozen Home

February 8, 2011

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Bureaucrat, autocrat, and technocrat,
With sudden speech they succumbed.
Elitist, tourist, and socialist,
On the edges of books they thumbed.

But months, weeks, days, hours,
Now all of it lay in the past.
Minutes, seconds, the breath in my hands,
It became my home on the last.

 

 

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Glühwein, ice skating, bratworst, vlaamse frites, and poffertjes.  Echt lekker…natuurlijk.

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Sinterklaas in Amsterdam

November 15, 2010

Every year, Amsterdam celebrates the arrival of Sinterklaas (Saint Nicolas) and this year was no different. According to legend (Wikipedia and various other websites) he comes in straight off a flotilla from Spain to hand out pepernoten (cookies) with his helpers, the Zwarte Piets. Being a uniquely Dutch tradition I was there, camera in hand, ready to capture the action for posterity.
Sinterklaas evidently has some parallels with the Christmas celebrations I know, but here the stocking cap is replaced with a mitre (Bishop’s hat) and gone are the reindeer in favour of a white horse. Then of course, there are the Zwarte Piets themselves which might remind some of us of Santa’s elves. Apparently there was an attempt to give them rainbow face paint a few years ago but it didn’t quite catch on…
Undoubtedly controversial to some, there are some different interpretations to be found here if you are willing to run it through a translator. Stories vary, with “soot from the chimney” popping up often in my timid Google searches. But regardless of the origin of this phenomenon, there was no doubting the smiles on the children’s faces as they screamed at the “Piets” for cookies (awwww…)
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Sail Amsterdam 2010

August 23, 2010

This weekend I had the lucky pleasure of experiencing Sail Amsterdam 2010.  After the success of the first event back in 1975, Sail Amsterdam has become a tradition around these parts with an event held once every five years.  The odds of me and this event being in the same place and the same time were slim, so I just had to get out there and attack the boats with my camera, in the usual shutterbug style.

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High-Quality Content!

August 17, 2010

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Isn’t it?

Clouds Sepia

Windows provide happiness,

in the form of distraction,

by firey ablation,

form characterisation.

Cause and Effect

July 21, 2010

Building as seen from the water in AmsterdamWater Reflected Under Bridge in Amsterdam

What you saw.

What it saw.

And what was really there.

Did you even look?

No?

Watery Portals

July 20, 2010

Wine, water, and the window,
a trifecta of human pleasures.
A toe in the water,
a bottle in hand,
we drank in heady measures.

Floating, bobbing,
light,
and shade,
So easy to please,
we had it all made.

Alas it was time,
and our numbers were up.
We each chose our tip.
Hup, Holland, hup.

Intense Smugness

July 9, 2010

Station Amsterdam Sloterdijk in Holland

Sunset was still hours away but we were forced to depart,

our skin the glow of hot embers in a Sunday barbeque.

Yet, filled with an intense smugness, it mattered not;

our job was done,

tick that one off the list.