place

The Place

This is the place where we can leave noises from society behind us

Here we don’t need to run
Here are no bills
Here are no lies
Here is no money
Here is no achievement

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Here you find beauty
Here you find survival
Survival we forget but can not ignore
 

that Place we all need
that Place we are looking for
We don’t know what it looks like
but
We will find it

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We fight for it
We cry for it
We don’t know what it is
We all will find it all in our own Way

The poem was written in September 1986 and
one day it will be a part of a novel
no title yet

A book with proza, with memories, with forgotten stories

If you wonder yes, i found the Place several times in my life

Roos Zwart will have an open Gallery at her home/office
showing you some photo technics you can try yourself
make a date with her on
2 and 3 October
and
9 and 10 October

Roos Boekjes

sEEd

set it free

 

sEEd
even niets
silence in your ears
concept in your mind
seed trapped green
purpose ZOMAAR
under that one, on top this one
surrounded by your spot your vision
alone

 

 

trailed underworld

like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind

 

 

 

found it

it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way
I am living away from major cities close to several national parks
Meeting myself again

i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars
Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.

Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.

seeing is lOOking

seeing you

to perceive that concept
you need to see
spy with your eyes
underneath your view

shit is where you find it

make sure of wet knees
determine worm glimpse
sleep underneath your lips
velvet observation

hidden glories

consider no evaluation
just look what you see
receive no consultation
walk to interview with eyes wide open 

over and out

distinguish what lays behind
your vision
notice that slightest sight
catch espy

love

appreciate your flight
 comprehend
sheltered love
within your fathom

Perhaps, maybe, possible, you need to see before you look
inside photography
perhaps not
Morning light sure helps to ease ones mind.

on a personal note, i am moving house going away from city persuit, leaving behind an other garden for somebody else to enjoy, creating more gardens on ground force, going north to a house on floor level.

see you soon

abstract

AbstrAct

outline what
the indefinite
or perhaps nothingness

absence of act

theoretical yes
practical no
functional never

extract

notion of noticeable 
conceptable image
creating unreal reality
infront of the lens

best subject for this
water
which is already an unreal element
hard ice, liquid running, soft snow, 

see through
drift on
reflecting storm
all colours
WATER has it 
to experiment with

second book ready
third book
running

silenCe

stilte

golden rule of silence

reflecting on soundless

moment cut off

reflect

noboddy in sight

muteness in vision

lightness in colour

silent sun

calm wakening

outline no form

silhouette of mist

collection

silence in finding
not just right word 
not just right light
not just right size
not just right composition
not just right
silence in finding

emptiness

What i like to show in my photos is not anything right
but
Showing silence
Lately focussing on emptiness, having only a bit sharp, having only a bit filled.

Instead of the golden rules and the constant emphasis on composition.
Laying a feeling of silence in the focus of the photo.

The empty photos are always good for placing poetry on the photo without comprimising the picture, words not taking away the vision.

What you think?
Do they reflect silence or just early morning light or even something else.

page 31 stOOf

On page 31 of the “Dropped Feather” book you find a poem with the title “Stoof”, here follows the inspiration of that poem.

new land

The poetry in the book is about the moment. While taking the photos my mind wanders, sometimes to surprising places, at times following memory lane.
It took me a while before i found the place, cycling in memories on straight road framed with straight trees, along bare agricultural land.
Contrasting landscape compared with the river landscape, where so many of the photos come from. It is intensively farmed land and nature has no change, except along the edges. The above photo was taken in April 2020, ploughed soil, partly covered by plastic, artificial irrigated.
New land, the riverside is new nature, this is new created land from nature.

look at the photo top right hand corner.

Once the land was a cultivated natural landscape with mainly Willows. The Willows were harvest for basket making and other crafts, including clog making, them traditional wooden shoes.
The land was swampy with many creeks and small lakes, flooded during the winter months. There were little hills, called Terps the top photo shows one of them Terps with a small house. The houses on the Terps in the old landscape were used as shelter and sleeping areas for the Willow-workers. The whole area is around 1100 hectares, or was 1100 hectares.

In 1926 they started to take out the Willows and filled in the many creeks and small lakes, by hand, with shovel and wheelbarrow. Work for the many unemployed man and woman from the locale area, it was the way they earned their ‘benefit’ literarily the only way they could survive.
Refusing to work here was loosing your ‘benefit’ and with no money, no food etc. etc.

de stoof now

The worst of all it was seen as charity. The new landowners became rich over the backs of the poor who found themselves in a situation, which was not their making.
This story i was told as a little girl when my parents took us on the bike (they never owned a car) to a place we called de Stoof but its official name is Stoop.
We would picknick there on a sunny summer day. The Stoop is situated on an old Terp and was, this always makes me laugh, given to the community ha ha ha, it was made by the community.

Sitting there on the picknick bench i wrote the poem you find on page 31. Why it ended up on page 31 is pure coincidence, it has nothing to do with the photo.
The Stoof was written on 24 July 2020, the photo under the poem was taken on 16 September 2020, the photo next to the poem, page 30 was taken on 1 June 2020. The way to create Photo Poetry in some way related yet not at all.

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perfect dAY

caught mist

when you feel good
 you can jog with blue hair
while smiling

when you feel good
 you cope with remarks
 wet camera

not perfect

too late runs itself
 going over into
 mend 

forgotten key
 going over into
perfect

light

rattle of Motorway one site
rattle of geese, seagulls, coots other site
no matter
as light sparks even inside ears

1 became 3
walking filled with
inspiration

forgetting mindset
no matter
all will be fine

lens

traditionally
topsy-turvy
instead
winding circuitous
mazy twisting
meandering
roundabout trick

tortuous

In the proces of making a book-car to wander about with, showing the books, selling the books. It will hook onto the bike, butte, it looks boringly black.
Paint, waterbased gravity paint, to get the colours. Car was painted on the allotment in the open air.
People remember mostly the drop photos, so went to get the car with the camera, to take photos of dew on the paint. Walking as bike has not yet the ‘towbar’.
Just made it in time for the vanishing mist, almost there, forgot the key.
Got the photos as a background for a logo. AND
Walking back became just perfect, still water, morning light, floating catkins, perfect for the Salix book.
Will safe them perfect photos for the book only as always.
One day soon (hopefully) tourists will walk along the Windmills meeting me and the book-car.
The date for publishing is postponed as it takes the printer longer, to get it prefect.

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