Billboard never seen before.

People from Otrabanda cross the bridge.

On Sunday the bridge opens frequently for
the Sunday sailors.

A new Bagels & Beans on the corner of the Zeilstraat and
the Sloterkade where once the first Febo was located.

She went for a walk in the bolero that belonged to her granny.

"Yes, we'll take a bite to eat in a hotdog."

Sober fall boots.

"Just trying, again and again."

"Yes, a moped is simpler indeed. But you knees will love you."

A hotel opened with an altogether different approach.

This is two for tea but we'll take the beans.

Didn't catch the tram, with her tempo.

Left right.

The gray swans are the kids.

Sunday morning, father and mother Swan.
And five kids.

Two weeks after Sail, or is it three weeks?

As we overheard they had a marvelous afternoon.

She'll learn, eventually.

For our comfort there's a supervisor for the ticket machine.

Latest update for the outdoor loo.

Most awkward contraption, with two steerable wheels.
He sees us in his rearview mirror.

Gaudí in the Van Eeghenstraat.

French quarter in the Van Eeghenstraat.

Early bird.

The girl with the green baret is so lovely I repeatedly go back
to see whether she’s still there. Great phlog by Graham Jeffery
from Hinckley mid England: Sensitive Light.
About his Phlog.

She hasn't seen he's holding his sword in a dangerous manner.

Mother Jacqueline with Tycho, asleep in his buggy.

Ahead of schedule, the groceries for the weekend.

Still Summer warm, fine Autumn boots though.

Fifty years later, still shines.

Is it about boys?

The last walk on Friday afternoon.

Waiting for the tram to the North.

On her way to the supermarket underneath the grass of the square.

The tram will bring her South, where she belongs.

Business man who was internationally active as far as
in Russia decades ago. Still looks it.

A new brand of tricycle for the yuppies.

From the vegetable shop she crosses to the richer section
of the Gold Coast, where she obviously lives.

Kevin the plumber decided that the nonflushing toilet
was unrepairable. So all at once it was as if we were back
in the middle ages. Visitors beware!

His tailor moved and nobody knows where to.

A break at school for a smoke.

Grass is growing underneath the Buick Wildcat.

Bumper will be renewed.

For sale.

Vomdel Park.

Around ten the street comes to life commercially.

Sleep is swept from the eyes.

Fall fashion at The People of the Labyrinths.

Concert Hall.

One of the few who step off when crossing.

It's a contrast, this young girl and the satin on the poster.

She's the one who stops the traffic with her red hairdo.

Tursday. Stopped by the red traffic light.

Two girls with a personal idea about comfort go home
with a new find in the city.

After weeks, months even, the fence is stil unrepaired.

Those who loitered on the water steer to a meal on a terrace.

The secretaries scootered home.

At the end of the day the lawyer pedalled home.

Kees en de Spirit deel 1.

Het vervolg:
Kees en de Spirit deel 2.

My Promised Land
  In the Spring of 2002 Roger Sparks was traveling
with a virgin agenda when he landed
in America on the off chance, so it seemed at first.
But he had a plan, to meet Dr. Robert Ballard,
the discoverer of the Titanic.

Phlog Photos as square prints.

This picture happens to be the most frequently
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