To the lighthouse, the solarium on the corner.
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Week 28, 2008, beginning on July 7th. The weekend. |
To the lighthouse, the solarium on the corner. |
 On the way home passing the Beatrixpark. |
 "Seems like a Buick to me, but then I dunno a thing about automobiles." "Yeah, Le Sabre, you're bright there." Guy |
 "Here's where I'd like to step off, dad." |
 Dressed for a light tour. |
 Polka dot. |
 Walking bike. |
 Sunday. Fat boy and fast boy. |
 Saturday night, at 23:45 the moon had dropped behind the offices of the Zuidas and reappeared, somewhat obscured by a construction crane. By surprise, handheld at 1/8th. |
 After they had successfully fighted the fat out of the fire the brigade leisurely drove back to their station. |
 Take note of the colorful iPhone. Guy |
 Reflections. Guy |
 Saturday. On the way to the new weekend. |
