Kees' photos

If you don’t have a room with a view, you naturally try to find another solution.

A Vélo Solex in full action. They did 25km/h, at most, and hardly used any gas. I’m a child of my time, and rarely defending the past, but I would argue it has sometimes something to recommend itself...

Between two cycling races, there was a motorized fun race among vintage Solexes. The Vélo Solex used to be popular in the Netherlands until helmets became obligatory in the early 80ies. I can’t exactly define what it is, but I couldn’t help thinking: “Is this Oswestry, or what?”

In my hometown, there was a cycle competition going on, when we were there this summer. I couldn’t care less. However, the cyclists passed right in front of my mother’s house, and I was able to practice “following moving objects with the camera so as to suggest movement”. That procedure is very much a “hit-or-miss” thing, but it was fun to do.

Some incredulous people still aren’t convinced, it seems, of Virgil’s supernatural powers. Well, let me show you another instance. Most of the time we spent in Mantua, the weather was hot, and the sky cloudless. One of those days, I went to see the poet, who was worriedly surveying his barren park, then suddenly raised his right hand, and right in front of him streams of cool water gushed from the earth, drenching the dust. I have witnessed this myself, and you wouldn’t call me a liar, would you?

Virgil was a powerful poet, I always knew that, but the way he called forth the sunlight on a cloudy day really impressed me...

A door of Neuburg Castle.

A long wait on a park bench near the Palazzo Te, Mantua. While I tried not to look into the camera, Robbie tried to do exactly the opposite. It would have been nice if we had succeeded both.

In front of the Palazzo Te, there’s a large park, in a corner of which this old railway locomotive stood rotting. I couldn’t find out anything about it, but the fence around it suggested it was a monument of sorts; if true, it was a monument ill taken care for. Bad for the engine, good for the photographer.

In front of the Palazzo Te, there’s a large park, in a corner of which this old railway locomotive stood rotting. I couldn’t find out anything about it, but the fence around it suggested it was a monument of sorts; if true, it was a monument ill taken care for. Bad for the engine, good for the photographer.

Yes, we’ve left behind lots of waste...

Have a cup of thea? You can’t escape the feeling that you’re not exactly visiting a metropolis.

A moon eclipse doesn’t happen every day, so last night I set up my tripod, and used my portrait tele to compete with the pros... Not a wise thing to do, I know. I experimented a bit, only to find out that, with the progression of the eclipse, there was less to be seen. Wasn’t that to be expected? No doubt.

A grainy picture? Yes, but it isn’t a normal grain, it’s an artistic grain, which makes you almost forget that the original was virtually black. So have I been “Photoshoping”? No no, you who know me better also know that I’d never do that. I’ve just PhotoArtistExpressed a bit. (But you can still see the cup is Wedgwood!)

This lady has a very special relationship to elderly iMacs: she strongly feels the urge to destroy them, yet they strangely fascinate her... Please notice the gesture. Is it a terrorist mouth bump, or just a female affectation? (View the previous picture in my stream...)

Mainly candle light, ISO 1600, digitally pushed. No wonder there’s so much grain. Perhaps the picture would have been less grainy if I’d have used the RAW file, but I still have fond memories of Kodak Tri-X film, and like the way grain makes even bland shots look interesting and artistic...

We had dinner on the terrace, in the evening chill, because drinking Coca Cola Light wasn’t allowed inside.

Quite in style: the exit of Ludwig’s Wagnerian Grotto .