The door also had an African look.
No-one for coffee.
Perhaps due to the cold the angel changed from holy to holly.
The next day the weather changed.
From the corner of my eye I saw a winged creature with a malicious smile hovering in front of the window.
Though strictly prohibited, smoke emits from her funnel while she leaves the harbour.
One of them is leaving for Accra loaded with yesterday's news. A resounding HOOOOOT deafens the ear and thrills the waving masses.
At the quay ships are loading and unloading while a patient piano is waiting out of key.
Behind chicken wire a man is seemingly asleep and moving about restlessly while a nervous hand writes a wordless story.
Telltaling scars on a wall.
Digging for the past.The local obsession.
Water has been replaced by bricks. Ships by cars.
Old houses harbouring generations of residents.
Always close to his work , in every sense, but still not recognized.
Standing on the bridge, he saw no meeting vessels in the distance.
If tended to properly (shield them from views) your monitors will multiply on the window-sill.
Just after breakfast.
Trees have their own compelling way of drawing your attention.
On the other side of the building I saw more of them lurking behind the neighbouring block of flats. We are surrounded !
Astonishing to see them at this level, though.
She didn't feel well this morning,but we had coffee all the same.Discussing family matters and internet problems.
Even seen from a reverse angle they looked rather ominously.
Here I saw the watchers for the first time. Still, who they were watching was not apparent. The room had not been used for years.
Sitting next to the driver, I erected wooden sculptures along the roads just by blinking my eyes. The Veluwe became infected with them as we drove on.
My early statues all had big mouths. I still don't know if this is significant. I have always been a quiet person.
She came in, sat down, looked at me and said :"Are you comfortable? Do you like it?..........Are you comfortable? Do you like it ?" She didn't stop saying :"Are you comfortable?....Do you like it? " She had gone out of her mind completely in a split second.In the end she was taken away from my home by people in grey.
Overlooking the neighbours.
A concrete jungle spreading along the river.
Most gardens are only used to look at from a room. A green image to ward off the concrete threat.
If you don't allow people to look in, you won't be able to look out yourself.