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

Portraits in the rain

Geplaatst op door Henk Groenewoud

“Shall we postpone?” she asked. “The weather forecast is bad. A lot of rain.”
“Let’s just try,” I replied. “It will be dry between showers. And actually I think portraits in the rain are quite special. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll decide on the spot to go again another day.”

We did take some great portrait photos in the sun and in the shade. Then the rain came. And yes, of all these pictures, the ones in the rain are definetely my favorites!