PettiCoat shooting

run away go go go

what in name of what

past taking leave

all for name mention

fallen over rename

she dreams on

lost intention

you name it Yes you

taking away what should

have

been

inside your mind

do people mind

she left

decay undertone

she did get away from the bullets
running into a field away further away
into mist to hide from bullets
she made it
they came out not knowing
I cycled on laughing out really LOUD

Roos Boekjes

Allegro

Allegro morning

in Wind silence
morning tip toes in
glorious action

old tiny

in Wind silence
morning displays
thousand shaded colours

klap

in Wind silence
morning wakes
long distance travellers

she is back

in Wind silence
morning violins
strike misty cords

only morning gives this

in Wind silence
heads dance overboard
feet clasp expanding ritme

wind silence

in Wind silence
wings take flight
in total surprise

go away

in Wind silence
sudden drum parade
over acting stomping clogs

One of them misty mornings in my large back garden
seeing lots and meaning lots of birds
coming back
Hearing them before you see them
Clicking like mad and having something which
was never ment to be but is
it reminded me of Allegro Con Fuoco

The last phot shows a Lapwing telling a Heron to move on, protecting her nest.
My camera is not the best for landscape nor birds but this morning made the difference.

HOURS

these boots are made for………. and so we did
noise over noise 
inside more noise
need to get away from it
can't work like this
away
25 kilo metres 
searching for 
other sounds
on the edge of
here we go
dark and cold
scooter stink scooter noise, now there should go subsidies to electric scooters much better much better they who can afoord electric cars do they really need subsidies 
solved one problem in my mind just in my mind while fleeing what can not be left
here we go
dark and cold

landESscape
you know that feeling of
ultimate argument non winning sensations
now here comes the camera
excuse me 
what about them catkins ja
you are in macro mode ja
hey i am getting wet here ja
no win situation

once again
and again
under water what do you want to achieve 
with them spots them white spots
where did they come from in the first place
not inside my lenses my light focus shows something else 
and again

water
silence of water
music for mind
slowly certainly
coming and going
reflecting movement
let it be let it come let it smooth all away
hundreds of photos coming and going

suddenly Virginia Woolf flows by her shoes sink inside sand her pockets are filled with rocks her hair flows like waves over her facial expression just a moment out of hours reflecting in my mind her dead her books her words
3 women 3 timescales 3 livelihoods
1 movie hours away

like my mind hours flowing on water forgetting all what can not be left
leaving reality out of my mind like wolfs with dubble Osss
creating stories making lines of words over screams entering my mind
letting go of what lays behind entering what lays ahead in my mind just my mind not yours not his her lines are different than mine in offensive minefield going where insults solve into waterlines going where outrage sinks to bottomlines.

yep here an old place a new way


wave away

hours later words later images later
the certain need to go back

headache picking up
cold till the bones
legs numbing
battery low

almost too late for bakery almost not yet
so cakes and bread to celebrate hours
hours in solitude when creativity flows the best
now spending hours to fix it all inside my mind
creating my own words creating storylines
showing my vision 
what noise never will see
what hurry never will see
what concrete never will see



my studio

If you came this far to read what was written you might wonder i have lost my mind but no these are real feelings true feelings coming and going every day as i can not get used to city living inside a huge village but for dutch pricipes it is a village for me it is a city. To do what i do i need nature so need to escape.

My books are about just that in a certain way batteling against the stream in peace of mind.
Perhaps Virginia Woolf is the inspiration by the river.
More Virginia

None of the photos nor the poems will be published in the books they will stay unique for the books only, not for screens nor screams.

New way

roos zwart

from one thing an other thing grows
slowly
moving into a new direction
without
certain intention
just
happened while going

poster

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