instant drop

wiggle waggle wobble
wiekie hooo
 willy-nilly wimple wordsss

instant twist

growing book
more pages
instant inspiration
on demand

instant rainbow

experimenting on a flow

instant glass

lucky feathers
in a bag
in on over glass

instant abstract

only when you read this
you see some background of
the book

while doing 
that can this can as well as

Needed quick and smart to make extra pages for the book Today
While neighbours are drilling and filling and you don’t want to know
Lucky for the headphones with noise isolation just music
Lucky for my collecting habit, in this case glass and feathers
It worked

The book will be bound, therefor pages devided by 4, ok but
Left page photo right page poem, didn’t work unless 
first page something else as well as the last page
so 4 more pages 2 added as photo-poem and 2 added as extra

ooooh and than the bleed the bid that is cut of oooohhhhh
well its done


New way

roos zwart

from one thing an other thing grows
moving into a new direction
certain intention
happened while going


From writing and creating that book comes more. Publishers have a hold, being weary in these times of corona.
Bookshops closed for an other month at least.
OK, well i hold my nose and jumped in the deep.
silly, perhaps
Today ‘Roos Boekjes’ was registered as a new publisher of Photo-Poetry books, on the 3-3 it will be official. (need to visit office in person)
So people if you read this and you would like to create a Photo-Poetry book, than i can provide you at least with an ISBN number.
Roos Boekjes could even sell your book via Dutch websites.
Details have to be worked out, but the start is there.
First of all my own Dropped Feather boekje, more to come, but not just my own books.

something new is growing

wAter, everybody knows wAter

with an other feather
perhaps this one
will do better
tandrums of artist
which one      which one

perhaps, maybe, possible

going over it
again and again and again
finalising first book
with title of third book
in mind
asking for confusion
muddle, mingle, mystify, mix up


lets make one last one
where to find 
one that mix with this one

The title of the third book will be “Water, everybody knows Water” it comes from an old movie, from 1971.


It is a beautiful movie, at times hard to watch, with a message hard to reach, moving art.

The Photo-Poetry book, with the title “Dropped Feathers” is finished after some last alterations, right now, right here.

The above photos are a part of a serie which will be for sale online on Fine Art America., when the ‘gallery’ is finished.
At the moment i have 5 projects, on the go, that is at times hard to follow, one is now of the list, almost.


here we go

an other go
reflecting on water flow
subtle selection while changing

an other one

dead body sturdy
hidden camera
which one to choose
pick the want
going for the wishful
on that other site search

the river beaches

sand mushroom
underwater poem
salix inspiration
many feathers
movie making
more feathers
right there 
over there


Went again to the other site, to see the familiar site, from new distance.
Had to cycle further to be on the right, of the left hand site.
Discovering new inside, an old.
The aim was and will be new photos, new inspirations, new words, found some.


After 40 years back, to where it once all started, the changes are fantastic, for me.
It takes time even to get here, 20 kilometres to get from me to the ferry>
It is a very special spot and you can read all about it here De Biesbosch

Next week the Photo-Poetry book will go to the printer for last checking and altering.
Still making my own alterations and adding new, perhaps better, photos from this trip.

Water goes,
Water flows
Where nobody knows

rOOs eyes wide open

japanese inspiratiOn


looking for
silence, balance, odd
looking for
dynamic, trinity, attitude
looking for
diagonal, vertical, horizontal

silence within

finding out
serenity, stillness, sensitivity
finding out
tranquility, transient, tangibility
finding out
quietly, quest, quality


composing them
word, sentence, stanza
composing that
composition, Nara, force
composing the
creatures, heaven, earth

For inspiration i often go to the Japanese Gardens, their design, their elements, their contemplation.
In our hush and rush of modern life, we look for balance in calmness. We put our foot down on silent ground, searching for what we lost. 
The secret hidden corner in which to shelter, i seem to find in photos and poetry, photo-poetry.
The poems are not always Haiku, only sometimes. The free-style fits me best, sometimes just 3 words, other times 3 lines and no number just flowing of words into an expression.

Somebody i follow on twitter shares some beautiful videos and photos while walking his Bodercolly in Japan.
Have a look

You can virtually visit some of the gardens here

Perhaps you recognise it in the photos, maybe not. Inspiration is not always about making a copy. Inspiration, will spur you into action, a stimulation to create something similair but not the same.
Copying is the easy way out, leaving out the challenge, leaving out your own concepts.

Finalising here with the title of the third book, making it into a trilogy of photo-poetry books.


will let you know where that came from, next time


river edge Salix

The second Photo-Poetry book has as title and as subject Salix, why?

sal near
lis water
according celtic assembly
perhaps however maybe not


stil inspiration came not
from words
from names
it comes
from Strength
from Endurance

pioneer in hart and soil
by evolving with growth hormones
yes, hormones, rooting powder hormones, growing against all odds
stick Willow stick in soil for your eYES

keep on going on

nature bends, pulls, push, crush and eats
every bit of Willow, as she alters her appearance from standing to hanging
she grows on and on giving strength to others
releasing pain

giving creative place
 showing down the river site where nature goes her own way
no human hands sanding in the woodgrain
leaving behind endless marks
Willow safes our dikes, makes our baskets, homes, chairs and so much more
not anymore we can let it grow


with past in her branches she carries on hollowed out
growing into space for others in her midst 
birds, butterfly, beatle, bee, damsel, mole, toad, badger, rat, sing all wind in the Willows
seen cows joining donkey, horse, goat, chicken, scarecrow, singing Willow song

wise woman hangs her hands down to watersite dreaming
ask her anything she will write the answer in water lines
binding parcels to your door to grow in tree mostly unknown
shadows shred common sights


The photos are mainly, once again, macro photos showing what most will not see.
You go inside an other world, tiny, underneath the power. Every photo giving way to experience inside natural river edge living.
The last photo happens by surprise i sat for a while to see it again ready this time with camera in landscape mode.
Is it a bore?
Somehow water came like a roar in a straight line inside the delta, away from the river.
Sitting there the rest of the day gave no clear answer it stayed perhaps?
The bore made me look at the Willows and made me realise their strength in a different way.
So it goes.

here follow some interesting links to mesmerise on
this tree as art

Willows for Wildlife

Wind in the Willows a different story to tell

and some info for your garden with Willows

Have a nice week-end


blue rose

She stood for trial
testing several options


trying colours within
skilful adaptation under

almost b&w

looking for that one particle
for whatever reason it will

an other almost B&W

She still will not let me
no matter how we knock

a song

experimental imagination under
looking for wild horses
in desert landscape

Been doing some more experimenting for abstract reality, if you have read so far you can read the secrets behind them trial and error.
The last blog was telling about subject, the subject here is a crystal, a desert rose, how appropriate.
The opposite of dry sandy landscape is a watery landscape with a certain flow, dropping the rose under.
What bind them together is perhaps glass, made from sand, holding water.
Photographing inside, refelcting the oudoor light with simple foil, crumbled up, stretched out.
The true try out are the colours, playing with filters.
The camera has some odd options in the filter menu, some made me laugh out loud. Yet, these photos are taken with just one filter, altering the filter for each photo.
So tell me what is your favourite???

 Some of the words from the poem came from music i was/am listening to, some have therefor little meaning towards the photo.



The first book is not yet finished but the second book is already in the making.
How we search for them words.
This time while doing the dishes, listening to music.
A real word flow came.

word flow

Somebody asked if we poets, still use notebooks.
Notebooks are for me well.
I could not write poetry without notebooks.


All of the notebooks will not fit in 1 photo.
I also could not write poetry without
dictionary as English is not my first language.
That makes it much more interesting as you can use the language
from a different perspective.
Creating a new expression in words.


A poem made in 2003
how i feel about the city
they call it concreet poetry
perhaps collage is better
exploring found pictures
with found words
to express a feeling

The very first poem was written in 1986
but will not show it
it was straight from the heart
looking for a place to be
it is the poem laying open
perhaps you can see it


the title of the next book will be
the above photo didn’t make it
yet it has something
and that something will be found
in words and

photo ExprEss

see through

express so
to reveal what lays
hidden for our eyes
it says little
shows tiny within tiny


fine not necessarily clear
sunny perhaps delicate maybe
acting with a creative mind
avoiding rules
fine art photography


concept finding
in an ordinaire place
within any object
no need to be perfect
beauty is everywhere
to be found by looking where nobody looks
the camera technology as a tool


colours no colours little colour
you decide as artistic photographer
angle light
you decide
best result come unexpected
beauty through experiment
inspiration flows from all sites inside insight 


The book is one site poetry the other site photography on all site coming from artistic expression.
Photography can be creative, artistic, said so before. You use creativity without an end, you always find a new way.
Therefor browsing the internet, seeing inspirations, doing it different for the second book.
Still the same an other subject, other experiments.
The photo ‘Cur’l is one of them, only not good enough.
Here is a link to some interesting macro experiments.


sure worth a try