I am a very keen Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimmer 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 Breaststroke Swimming?”
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 Breaststroke Swimming is a matter of practice and you can do it too if you like and make the effort.
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.
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.
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