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
like a spider inner web observation hovering Dentante wind blows single shout tetering under clouds still tentacle all is FINE within silence mind
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.
to perceive that concept you need to see spy with your eyes underneath your view
make sure of wet knees determine worm glimpse sleep underneath your lips velvet observation
consider no evaluation just look what you see receive no consultation walk to interview with eyes wide open
distinguish what lays behind your vision notice that slightest sight catch espy
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.
On page 31 of the “Dropped Feather” book you find a poem with the title “Stoof”, here follows the inspiration of that poem.
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.
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.
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.
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.