I am a very keen Slow Motion Breast Crawler in Holiday Season times.
People have been asking me on several occasions in the recent past, “How do you do it Leendert, just how do you master the art of Slow Motion Breast Crawling?”
And I will then have to say, “I don’t know really, it is a gift. Something that comes naturally.” But then I would be lying of course, the art of Slow Motion Breast Crawling is a matter of practice and you can do it too if you like and make the effort.
I love this little car, my Microcar M.Go. It’s compact so whenever I go out, in this case for my photography hobby, I can just park it anywhere I like.
There’s always a little patch of grass next to the road big enough to put it on and grab my camera.
Today I woke up with a fever and a headache and figured out that I have the Flu. And where normally I am up and about early, running errands in my little car or to the park photographing, I now stay put and be miserable on the couch not knowing what to do.
But the fever is finally gone now so I took my camera for a little project: photographing two oddities. One that should be in H0 scale but is not and the other one is the other way around, it is built in OO gauge.
My first gold watch, I bought it in 1989 at Ratner’s in Norwich. So many good memories come back now when I pick it up to look at it.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could go back in time and hop on my pushbike and speed down Kett’s Hill and turn left into the city center to go there again.
It’s safely tucked away with all the other good memories now.
As you all know I have published a couple of books last year, a fact that makes me a very proud author. My Dutch book is sold out now and my book in English is nearing the same milestone soon.
But there’s going to be more of it. Today I received the ISBN for the American version of my book A taste of love. The publisher in America has sent me the proof for the book and the cover and I gladly gave my approval.
So in the coming weeks I will be informed about the publishing date and the final result. I will keep this a secret for a while until it’s finally there but the book cover will show a picture that is very dear to me and a lot of my friends.
Exciting news, a third ISBN in my name added to the collection. Well, soon anyway.
Update 1 June 2018: unfortunately they went bankrupt and the entire stock of the company was destroyed at the curator’s orders.
Some of my friends say I should be considering a career as a professional photographer, they’ve been saying it for years now. And when they say it they make me smile. The truth is I think it’s nice to go out in nature and take pictures of flowers, insects, mushrooms, birds or whatever attracts my attention and I thoroughly enjoy it but I also think that I will never be good enough when I compare my work to that of those who are already professionals.
And I am somewhat scared that if I choose to become a professional in this field I might not enjoy my pictures as I do now. They would be reduced to ‘bread on the table’.
It’s cute, it’s fragile and it’s new life. And it is proof that God not only has His hand in the creation of the whole Universe but takes care of the smallest creatures within too, like for example this little tree-to-be. Whenever I come across something like this when I’m out photographing I am quiet for a moment and I send up a little thank you prayer to Him who has made it all.
Our God is an awesome God.
If everything has been against you in your life you’ve probably been going into the wrong direction for a while. One way, Jesus.
The dealer didn’t bother, wasn’t fair
What was left of her worn down body
They didn’t see and didn’t even care
So she lived out of her parents sight
Waiting to get this next, greater rush
Living just for that, a constant fight
Until another high with a needle came
She died alone in a dark and dirty alley
No one noticed, they’re all the same
And in the end there was just silence
Mentioned by Nikon Europe on Twitter, “A strong image”. 
After many visits to the park throughout the year but mostly in Autumn as that is my favourite season I wrote the poem that you can read it in this picture of Uncle Harold.
