It appeared to be too windy to sit comfortably.
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Week 29 2009, beginning on July 13th. |
It appeared to be too windy to sit comfortably. |
 From the P.C. Hooftstraat it's a short hop to the beach. |
 "The view is marvelous and refreshes itself swiftly." Guy |
 "It took me awhile, but here I am." Guy |
 "We lumber jacks also want to sit on a terrace once in a while." Guy |
 Sunday. Mostly sunny. |
 At his grave on Saint Barbara. A poem from a book by Simon Vinkenoog. Guy |
 Simon Vinkenoog foremost poet and writer, was buried, just before he would've turned eightyone. Guy |
 The passengers left just in time. Guy |
 Cheerful sell. |
 "I told him what I would look like." |
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 Greetings from Saint Petersburg. Bettina Berk |
 Harmony in the Harmoniehof. |
 Tranquility in the Harmoniehof. |
 More impressive than in its own days. Bart van Dijk |
 For the coming weekend we chose the Biscuter Commercial, a real woody, roomier than the tighter standard Biscuter, Voisin's attempt to cope with the economic crisis after the First World War. |
 Big fish. Guy |
 "Water is not deep." Guy |
 A Bentley Le Mans Eight. With the traction of a lorry, as it was said. A gem in the Houtkamp Collection. Guy |
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 Not a Traction in Aix-en-Provence, but a Ford? Looks a bit like a Ford front indeed, writes Gijs Berk, but really is a Renault. Fred |
 Where else could Fred Schmidt be at this moment but Arles, the center of the world of the photographers. Fred |
 "On my way." |
 MGB GT, back from the sixties. |
 With a wink to the barometer. |
 Friday. Hadn't counted on rain. It's summer! |
 Ben with the banjo, from Berkeley. Guy |
 "I borrowed some fine books for the beach." |
 "I'd rather go by the internet." |
 Kites on Rhode Island. Lewis |
 "The large dome of the jail on my left, where am I?" |
 "Mam, it goes fine, doesn't it?" |
 "Still on time." |
 On schedule. |
 Thursday. To the right, to the Van Eeghenlaan. |
 Gijs Berk in Arras, last Sunday. |
 "There was no traffic at all, in spite of the rush hour." |
 Modern transport, half a century in between. Gijs Berk |
 The French mob arrived. Gijs Berk |
 Green. |
 Wednesday, 07:50. "We should have gone to the beach!" |
 Guy |
 Guy |
 "Doesn't it make the world a bit gloomy?" |
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 "Bit warm though." |
 New bike on the block. |
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 Easy does it. |
 Tuesday. "Rain, let's go to the sun again, far away." |
 "No drugs on board." |
 "Luckily I've hidden no drugs in my cart." |
 "Fill her up please." Guy |
 "Yesterday." Guy |
 "I'm on my way, grandma!" Guy |
 No news is good news. Guy |
 Same spot, same time, same car. |
 Monday. Sad beginning of the week. Guy |
Switch Image Communication Phlog op Cellspace. Where to go in Amsterdam. |
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