Sometimes I wonder about what will remain of all that we see and know when our mind starts fading away. The real moment we witnessed will never come back and the memory of it will start changing from the moment it was formed. It will fade over time. Only a few details will stand out and the rest will blur into a fading image of what we think to be true. Or is it the details we will remember, while losing the big picture?
Nobody knows where the mind will lead us and where we will lose our way in the landscapes of our mind. One can only hope to be able to see the beauty in what remains.
This is a photograph taken of a flooded landscape in winter, dreamt over by my memory.
The light at the beach is always special. But shortly before the rain it turns the beach into a surrealistic place.
These photographs were taken at the Sand engine. New dunes are created by placing a body of sand in front of the Dutch coast a little south of The Hague. Dark clouds were coming in, but over distant Rotterdam harbour still hung a curtain of yellowish light.
If these series proves one thing, it is that you shouldn’t hurry home at the slightest threat of rain. You’re most probably missing out on wet clothes as well as miracles of light.
It was still cold and probably one of the last quiet days on Texel island before the beaches will be taken over by tourists again. I love the beaches empty with people only as markers for their vastness.