Memories

Geplaatst op door Henk Groenewoud

“I’m just browsing through some old stuff,” he said. “Do you see this map? It’s from the airport. I stole it from the Germans.”
Not true. It’s a copy of a map made by a modern copyer, probably fifteen or twenty years ago. But who cares? I know that during the war, as a child, he did break into German offices in the village, and that he did steal maps from them. But now, at the age of 96, all these memories are fading into a thick fog. Sometimes elements from different memories come together into a new story that is almost true. Almost. And that’s more than enough now, for him as well as for me.

Wedding day

Geplaatst op door Henk Groenewoud

They were sitting on a bench in my father’s idyllic village. I asked if I could take a picture of them. Of course I first had to explain what my intention was.
“In honor of the birthday of a famous Dutch street photographer, we were invited to take a picture in his style as a tribute. So we try to take a picture the way he would take a picture.”
“You look like a serious photographer,” She said. “So go ahead. But first you have to take a picture of us with my cell phone.” It was their wedding day; they enjoyed the sun, the beautiful surroundings and especially each other.

What a wonderful day it was

Xperimental: And there was light

Geplaatst op door Henk Groenewoud

The reflections in the screen of my phone gave the inspiration for this one. Diffraction in layers of glass mirrored multiple images of the same item, distorted over one another. This is a kind of replica in color. Food for the experimental group. What do you think of it?

(and frankly, I don’t like these kind of images)