Heerlijk om even op Koningsdag naar Utrecht te gaan, en me onder te dompelen in het feestgedruis. Waar ik eerder portretten maakte, wilde ik nu vooral de sfeer vastleggen. De techniek is ‘intuïtieve fotografie”; een mooie term voor gewoon maar uit de heup schieten en dan thuis kijken wat er uit is gekomen. Onduidelijke, scheve, onscherpe foto’s: het hoort er allemaal bij. En ook de vrolijke voorbijgangers die vragen: “Wil je ons alsjeblief op de foto zetten?” Hier een selectie van de dag
The Rietveldpaviljoen (designed by the famous Dutch architect Gerrit Rietveld) in Amersfoort is a centre to see, celebrate and create art. Next Saturday a new exhibition will be opened on street photography, entitled Paradijsvogels (Birds of paradise). There is an extensive exhibition of the Dutch street photographer Willem Wernsen. Photographers have been invited to celebrate his 70th birthday, and create a personal piece of art inspired by him. For this exhibition I made the photo Wedding day, that I mentioned previously in this blog. I am honoured to have it shown to the public in the Rietveld Paviljoen.
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
Autumn has arrived
As in any African country, life in Madagascar is largely lived outside on the streets
Just returned from a trip to Madagascar. More than 16.000 pictures. Will make a selection – probably lots of birds, lemurs, chameleons, snakes and spiders. But first: people and the baobab
So I visited his grave in Vienna. That is to say: He was buried here at the St. Marx cemetery, but the exact location is a guess. Buried in an unmarked grave, according to the rules and habits of that time. Probably his bones were dug up after ten years to give room to other deceased. But it is nice to think that he was laid to rest here, at this memorial.
“Do you think this is it?”
Approaching the Mozart house at Domgasse 5 in Vienna, Austria. But no, the house where Mozart lived is just around the corner. The house is a museum, and you can walk in the rooms where you he and his wife lived from 1784 to 1787. He wrote the world-famous opera “Le Nozze di Figaro” there, and three of the six Haydn Quartets.
Well, this is it then. The Mozart house. Domgasse 5 in Vienna, Austria. Incredible that he has walked in the same streets, through the same door over the same stairs. With a little fantasy you can walk together.
View from his house.
This he saw when looking out of the window, thinking what the violins should play next.
The Stephansdom is just around the corner
Smoke
Impressionistic evening at the Opernring in Vienna
Bratwust!
An evening at the opera
Stephansdom
End of year always makes me a little emotional. Thinking of what has been achieved, and what lies ahead. Personal stuff, like family, health, growth and decay. Big, very big stuff like the war of Russia in Ukraine, abuse, suppression, the energy crisis, the biodiversity crisis. Might feel a bit awkward to wish everyone a merry Christmas. On the other hand: these are the darkest days, and isn’t Christmas all about hope? In the midst of the dark a new light comes, a new beginning of warmth and life. And hopefully also peace.
I wish you all the best!
Back to Nicosia.
So there was this war, and the division of Cyprus in a Greek and a Turkish part. Terrible event, I really don´t understand why people feel the need to start wars. What I do understand, is that crossing the border in the streets of the divided city of Nicosia now had become a major tourist attraction. And that flags underline the national identity everywhere. On both sides.
The Turkish side of the city definitely looks poorer than the Greek side. Abandoned houses create an urbex atmosphere of mystery, lost dreams and desolation.
Then again… this Turkish side of Nicosia also has its charms, with summer holiday feelings on beautiful terraces.
So we went to the Moufflon Bookshop at Pantazis Court in Nicosia to get some local books. Tugged away in an apartment building, rooms filled to the top with books on all imaginable subjects and with the most friendly and helpful bookstore keeper one could imagine. Loved her, and just had to take her picture while working.
Enough Cyprus for now. It’s time for some new adventures.
De Portrettenmaker 