on the home as home (and on being away from home)

oyster farm, nieuwpoort

i love it when things fall into place. in the home, i often dream of complete empty surfaces, but usually stuff is laying on it, and then some. if in the mood, i let it ALL hang. 

seaside, nieuwpoort

until i get to a point where i scoop up and get going, like a mister proper whirlwind popping out of its genius bottle. the result to that often equals great satisfaction. clear head, peace of mind.

stranded

yeah, well. we're not there yet. i've been sailing betwixt studio time, walking, resting and preparing a long weekend away. to berlin. just wanted to share that. once more: b-e-r-l-i-n. sounds so.... edible.

okay, this is a traditional butcher's add, one who actually loves animals, still... it's a butcher; nieuwpoort

well, a few workdays ahead and trying to round up on things, and listing up that luggage list, and kissing the home bye-byes and hopping on trains, and missing home (naturally) and anticipating. 

jetty, nieuwpoort

but of course, and as usual, i'll bring back memories, and photos, and inspiration, i gather. and so the days will fly, and so will barbara, and ariane and patrice. ladies. close now. 

don't you just LOVE summertime??? have a glorious week ahead.  ♥