walpurgis

my view is slightly cluttered. spring is officially here. i am welcoming and embracing new challenges.

love.

24,26,27

           

there are posters hanging in tel aviv/yaffa with the sentence: ‘are you an urban creature?’ and each time i see them i feel like heidi from the mountains. no, i am not an urban creature, but if you let me walk the streets i like to walk in the pace i like to pace, finding urban treasures and getting lost with the people i care for you will see a pretty much happy mountain girl. enjoy your weekend folks, enjoy the last days of april.

the ritual

 

he is grooming and i am shooting away. what a privilege to have the allowance.

getting ready

greetings from a busy bee in a busy week. trying to remember to see the details while rushing slowly, if possible. 

break

i loved to watch this woman from behind. her dreaming gaze, her bare feet, the scarf in her hair. taking a break at the seaside.

i am also taking a break today. (hoping no one is capturing that from behind…)staying in my pj’s all day long. drinking fruit shakes while thinking about this and that. i say that’s legitimate when you are having a busy week ahead of you. hugs to you all, wonderful people.

sleepover’s

        

it’s a week of sleepover’s. jumping from one place to the other. have a good one!

 

hello sunday

   

all i see is spring. sorry for the overdose of trees, leaves, blossom and strange questions. i forget to photograph all the people i met the past few days, and they happen to be many. so many that i stopped counting. pretty amazing how extremely different life-stories there are in the world. and how their paths sometimes end up crossing yours. now, all that’s left to do is to leave this saturday behind and wake up when it’s sunday. sleep tight! ♥

there and here and here and there

  

eating the first ice cream of the season (yoghurt and passion fruit), disturbing someone’s cigarette break, talking to plants, finding patterns here and there, walking in the forest, feeling my muscles, writing rhymes while dreaming, thinking about far away friends, writing and sending letters, drowning in the fresh bloom of lilacs and having a similar loop of questions like then (add a few new ones, subtract a few old ones, mix and stir). that’s where i am, halfway through april, how about you?

café de cerise

  

one of those days when your gut feeling is telling you something is about to happen.

it took me a cup of coffee to notice a cherry tree blossoming above me

taters

dear mr. potato, no matter if you are boiled or mashed, grilled or chopped, cold or warm, crisped or baked, small or big: i still love you.

to all the easter-bunnies from the dust-bunny

happy easter! and all that jazz..

(still feeling far from being a christian, each time a holiday pops up i long slightly extra for europe)

for everything there is a first time

yesterday my friend gave birth to their son and i was lucky to be present. it was probably one of the most amazing gifts i have ever received, to be part of such strong and extremely intimate experience. it made me feel and think a lot...still overwhelmed i am digesting the experience.

another premiere was making my first quilt for the baby. no perfection but made with lots of love.   

cheers to that: new experiences, new life, new chapters. ♥

spring greens and it is not strange to say i miss you

 

in hebrew, it is not strange to say you love and miss someone, even those you actually do not know so very well. it took me a while to understand that certain inflation in the language. there are no kilos of expectation tied with saying ‘i love you’.

in swedish,it might take years before you say ‘i love you’, and it seems extremely heavy when i ask ‘är du lycklig?’. and in dutch, i am afraid to say ‘ik mis je’. the more hebrew i learn, the more i appreciate the way germanic languages uses words like cushions, to soften their effect. the adding of a tiny ‘please’ or a gentle ‘may i’ makes any sentence easier to digest.

when using all of these languages together, the borders are getting fuzzy and i mix up the ”rules”. my swedish is by now somewhat rude and my hebrew is careful and polite. my dutch is lacking attention and my english is like a quilt consisting of different parts from each language.

oh, all this blabbering about language, i got carried away thinking about it and felt i wanted to convey it…. looking at branches there is no need for words or the luggage of words. nice and silent. happy saturday♥

continuation:more of those

self portraits. the one object to photograph that you always carry with you. sometimes it would be great to leave yourself behind, only for an hour or two. although it would be pretty lonely…

…which made me think of this text:

“Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.
Nobody helps when I get into a fight,
Nobody does all my homework at night.
Nobody misses me,
Nobody cries,
Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
So, if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
I'll stand up and tell you NOBODY is!
But yesterday night I got quite a scare
I woke up and Nobody just WASN'T there!
I called out and reached for Nobody's hand,
In the darkness where Nobody usually stands,
Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
But I found SOMEBODY each place that I looked.
I searched till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
There's no doubt about it-
NOBODY'S GONE!!”

i have quoted him before: here, here and here.

more of those

pavement treasures.

and he that seeketh findeth